Grab the closet case by the horns

Hey, where you been?

Me, I’ve been working on an office move for the company I work for. It’s been kind of a massive project and it’s not finished yet, even though we actually moved all our shit over almost two weeks ago. Still a lot of loose ends to tie up, and it’s been taking every second of every day to deal with it.

To add insult to injury, Carol and I are leaving San Pedro and moving to a new place near South Pasadena. At least I think we are. We’re still waiting for word on the final decision. Renting a place in some parts of that area is like applying for security clearance from the fucking CIA.

Anyway, I wanted to check in here to say something very important: If you have those metal “balls” hanging from the trailer hitch of your truck, you are a mentally deficient, drooling, Neanderthal tool, who thinks Tom Leykis is interesting and relevant and Coors light is beer. You should apply for some sort of government assistance, to help you heal your profoundly damaged brain.

Seriously.

I mean, you must really love balls, if you know what I mean.

Are you serious with those things?

And as if the world need more proof that wikipedia is an utter, overwhelmingly useless pile of rotting rat guts, here it is.

Enjoy.

 

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