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Went for a long drive the other day cause I was feeling some kind of way. This was the first song that came up on my radio, I chose to genre but not the song. Anyway, through a random series of lefts and rights I found myself at the Suwannee River. Now, that's more than an hour from where I live and the section of it was in a place I had never been. I got married my wife in the presence of that river. That shit hit me sideways. I had goosebumps and couldn't really talk for a few minutes. Music is strange sometimes, but what would we do without it?

We're go on the target

Double that if you say "oh it's really easy!" Cunt, you have no reference point of what easy looks like. You don't fucking work here. There's a Wawa across the parking lot that's open 24 hours. Go there, and go fuck yourself. Or better yet, suck start a shot gun. That'll really make it easy, you fat fucking bitch. If you need fucking 30 inches of sandwiches at 10:30 and you didn't plan for that it's your fuck up. Eat a dick instead. This is on you fucks that eat fast food. You're the fat fucking faggots that make the world a shittier place.

Oh, and if you want to get all high and mighty when the worker ain't having that shit, you're fucking lucky there's laws. Better hope like hell I don't find you in the parking lot lost in a food coma. Take that shitty food home and eat it with your overweight cats.

Over the past few months some birds had made a nest in my backyard, right next to the area that I go to smoke my cigarettes. Best I can tell they were Bewick's Wrens. I watched them build their nest, watched them hatch their eggs, watched them make unending trips to feed the little fucker that hatched. I honestly never knew baby birds would eat baby lizards, but god damn did the parents have a talent for killing baby lizards for their young to feast.

Today, just after sunrise, I went out and the fledgling wren was spooked by me and abandoned it's nest. Just to paint a better picture, the nest was about two feet from my sliding glass door. I moved a folding chair so I could possibly help the little peeper back to it's home. Little fucker wasn't having that shit and hopped off to a thicket of ferns about twenty feet from the house. I noticed that it's parents were keeping an eye on it and they reunited in the ferns, never to return to the nest.

Long story short: Dislodged the best (since it has been abandoned) and there was an unhatched egg still inside (which is not uncommon). Wanna see? Check it out. Egg is about the size of a nickel.

Nest:https://files.catbox.moe/qo9ldk.jpg

It was a little emotional for me. I imagine it's something close to what people feel like when they're favorite TV show has it's final episode or something. Overall a really awesome experience though.

Accidentally sliced a piece of meat off the top knuckle of my left thumb. The wound is healing up rather nicely, but I've been getting a burning sensation from my thumb up to my elbow when I use it too much. I think I must have severed a nerve. My health insurance kicks in in about a week, so I'm going to have to go to a doctor. If I did what I think, I'm going to need surgery or I'll lose the use of my thumb. Anyone here have any experience with this?

Bitch gonna learn

If you haven't read those books yet, you're fucking up.

I'm pretty filled up with nigger fatigue lately bros. Let's have a vent session.
Other than smell and looks, why do you hate those beasts?

I'll go first. I hate niggers because I hate dealing with stupid. Every interaction I have makes me feel like I'm going insane and pissed off that things that are that fucking retarded get to drive on the same streets as me.

Inb4 weak jawed faggots start making excuses.