Sign into an existing account

Got an email yesterday saying that if I want to resign my lease they're raising the rent by $350, which is crazy. I can't do it unless I start making a lot more money and I just don't have the energy to do that anymore.

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. I've been wanting to get out of this town for awhile. There's really only one person, other than my wife, that I would call a friend. I've got a ton of stuff that I now have a good excuse to get rid of, shit I don't need. Let me know if any of y'all want an antique bar, an antique letter desk, fuckin antique dresser bureau night stand set. I'd literally give it to you if you pay for shipping. Just need shit gone by July. I don't feel like moving that shit again. The bar is solid oak and like 300 fuckin pounds. It's a glorified cabinet at this point.

Fuckin hate moving, but this might be a really good thing.

Took this today at the end of a long hike. Thought it was pretty cool.

I work with this chick, and please allow me to set this up so you understand. She's what could be described as country chic. She's about ten years younger, pretty if not for being covered in tattoos, married a guy that makes 300k plus a year. I've seen video evidence of her going into the bar bathroom with other dudes and staying there for about fifteen minutes. Maybe they just went in for a private chat lol. She drives a crazy lifted truck, has two kids, and generally acts like her shit smells like roses.

Got it? Ok let's move on to chapter two.

Yesterday, they were on their way home from the place they hang out on Sundays. It's in the neighborhood, so they usually use a quad of sorts. It's a four seater. Kids are buckled into the back, husband driving, wife passenger in the front. Neither one were buckled.
I don't know what exactly transpired, but they wrecked it. They wrecked it bad. Now both parents are in the hospital. Chick I work with got her face broken, a concussion, and several broken ribs. Her husband has a concussion as well, and maybe a tbi.

In a fuckin instant their lives went from redneck fairy tale to white trash trash fire.

Let me be clear, I was never friends with her, but always friendly. I fuck myself up quite often, and I've broken all my ribs, or had them broken for me. I do have sympathy for the pain they're both going through. The physical pain at least.

Now they stand to lose the kids, lose that 300k/year job. Lose their house, and they've already lost their health for several weeks or months. Ribs take a long time to heal and it ain't pleasant or easy. CPS will be all over this because there was definitely alcohol involved. Husband was/is working as a dentist for children. It doesn't take Bobby Fischer to see checkmate here.

Pride comes before the fall. Literally in this case.

Was at Publix earlier, just trying to get some delicious fried chicken. Go over to the self serve area and there's a pack of niggers over there waiting for deli service. The smallest of the brood, a male nog about the age of six, helped itself to a pack of the fuckin mixed fried chicken! Little nigger reached right up and helped itself to a fuckin drumstick. Momma nog finally noticed and put the half eaten drumstick back in the fuckin box and told baby nigger to get him a napkin.

Long story short, I settled in a fuckin frozen pizza tonight. Fucking shameless beasts ruined chicken night forever.

I saw many more horrors in those isles, shit stressed me out to the point that I left my wife in the line to pay so I could get some air. Last time I go to Publix at 5:30pm. Shit's a fuckin jungle at that time.

I don't care if y'all think this is gay as hell, but this is such a beautiful example of musical communication that I've ever seen. This shit warms my heart, and I know my fellow musicians here will get a smile.

Copyright 1963

Y'all gonna get a book report in a few days.

Submitted without comment.

There's this black chick that used to work at my job, still hangs out there daily. She was salty as fuck today that someone called her a nigger on super bowl Sunday. Now, they didn't say it to her face. She heard from someone else that this person she didn't know called her a nigger behind her back. She was pretty upset about it, but she was more upset that nobody asked her if she was ok after that harrowing incident.

Like, she doesn't even know if she was actually called a nigger. Just the thought that she might have been was on par with losing a pet or experiencing a loved one dying. Nobody asked her if she was ok. Fuckin lol

I really wanted to explain how stupid that shit is to get all bent out of shape about, but I held my breath. Those niggers are fragile as fuck y'all.

Turned out she had ceveral palsy. Her mother/caretaker was super embarrassed about all this. Apparently the lady dressed herself and that was the best she could do. I've got two sisters with Spina bifida, and I've worked in group homes for disabled mother fuckers. This kind of shit doesn't really phase me. Her mother did tell me that her daughter got worse after covid, so that's something. Anyway, shit's getting fuckin strange out here.

There's only 144000 people in this world that share a surname with me. There's 9 billion people on this rock. I'm literally one in a million.

Suck it Johnson.

I'm actually good friends with this guy. Fucker's strange, but he's probably the most lucid person I know.

That's Lulu. Sometimes her tounge gets stuck.