Monday, August 1, 2022

AUGUST: CAPITAL A. Small U. Small G

AUGUST 7, SUNDAY

(2:38pm)

Hey lookie, I found three new stars in the universe!



This French physicist joked that this (obvious) slice of chorizo was an image of a distant star. 😂

That is TOTALLY a slice of salami! These are the same idiots who order their steaks, "Between medium  and medium well." 



AUGUST 5, FRIDAY

(8:48am)

Been saying for years THIS IS WHAT WOMEN WANT.



AUGUST 4, THURSDAY

(10:51pm)

Good night. 



(9:55pm)



(5:17pm)

Shots fired at Mall of America (Bloomington, Minnesota)

What the hell?! 

What can two men possibly fight over at Mall of America?! A storm trooper Lego at Lego land? A front seat on the junior roller coaster? A seat on the giant mushroom circle swing? Mall of America is an indoor amusement park. Mostly for kids. 

Everyone drink a PBR and settle down, eh. 


(3:11pm)



AUGUST 3, WEDNESDAY

(6:44pm)



(10:29am)



(8:01am)

Apparently there's a thing with Nancy Pelosi and Taiwan. War is imminent. We're so far overdue. 

We haven't had a president worth mentioning for the last six years and I've just learn to accept the "Pelosi's" of the world. I tapped out around Covid year two/murder hornets.

Killing Ayman al-Zawahiri at this stage of the political game ranks right up there with FFS monkey pox. Know why? KNOW WHY? Because no thug OG smack talk followed it. Even Reagan's whitest speech writers included OG smack talk and Reagan delivered. 

So you go little rockstar Pelosi. Sometimes it takes a woman to scare the F out of a little man. SNAPPED doesn't have 30 seasons for nothing!   


(7:37am)

Very cool of you cousins Metallica. 



AUGUST 1, MONDAY

(8:22pm)

To my shoulders. I'm only growing my hair out to my shoulders. 


(7:53pm)

Random thought:

The year was 1987. His name is Jon Bon Jovi. His hair was like this and so became mine (and yours!)



The year is 2022. His name is Jon Bon Jovi. His hair be like... and hey wait a New Jersey minute! So is... mine?


 


BON JOVI FOREVER!

I'm growing my grey hair out again. What say you, Jon? With me?




(6:16am)

I don’t think NOHO is technically “the valley”. It’s just NOHO. Same for Burbank. Per my promise to never live in the valley again following my divorce. Living with Aramis during my 2012-014 divorce was very therapeutic. Thank you for that my brother from another mother, but Studio City on a good day is as far west on Ventura Blvd I like to go. And parts of Encino. The parts where friends live. 

“Meet me at Sagebrush.” 

Yeah no. 

Already August, my morning, geared up with accidentally happening upon the IG account of the kid vampire from X-FILES season 5, episode 12, Bad Blood. The same episode we were all introduced to the hunky Luke Wilson. AKA the hot Wilson brother. Only the kid vampire is like 43 years old now and doing trendy dance TikTok “it’s about damn time” with three other dudes yet to be identified. He does a nice booty shake. Props. 

Meanwhile I’m once again reminded


*Call me, Mr Carter. I got ideas.*

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