It's different everyday. Yesterday it was "seriously, your dog is an asshole", and "goddamn but you make a good grilled cheese". Today, it was: "fuck *Slippy*, your arms are toned as shit", and "jesus Christ *Slippy*, can you get your retarded dog off my ass?" The arm comment made me feel good. The dog comment - well, she is retarded. I'm working on it.
"this an investigation that could lead to disciplinary action" "ahhhhh shit.....the unit's going down"
People blow monkey balls. I genuinely hate them all. Makes social interaction a little difficult for me - but I maintain.
I had a debate tonight about chicken slime. This is what my life has come to. I firmly believe that chicken slime, as long as it's still within it's due date - is fat being released by the dying piece of chicken. I refuse to rinse it. That's like taking the fat off of a good piece of steak. The fat is the best part. I made the world's best chicken tonight, while debating it with a meathead. Who ate 5 pieces. My night was highlighted by a compliment about my arms, and a debate about slimy chicken. I need to get out.
So.............we shall consider this a hangout for a bit. I gotta ask you guys: wtf? Seriously - wtf? Trump or Clinton? I'm worried for my own country, forget the fact that I'm scared shitless for you guys.
"I could grab you by the fucking legs and twist your disgusting body before towel whipping you into a fucking wall."
They are both evil and totally corrupt but at least Trump will destroy radical mooslims. I think the Hill is unaware of a lot of the hate the world has for us.
I was told this evening that 2 of my sons are going to be working on a project in my barn that may or may not involve a motor. This is after I asked if the old Fargo RV that my youngest is determined to get running is ever going to be moved from the barn. Apparently this is an entirely new project.
