As we have often heard and most people know (mainly from the TV genre known as “police procedurals“), a grand jury will indict a ham sandwich. Fewer people know WTH a grand jury is much less what indict means. Where we all can find common ground is in the ham sandwich. Let’s meet the players
Shout out to Lithuanian Dark Rye Bread! Zajabis!
Quite a while back (can’t remember how long ago because time kinda does its’ thing around me and leaves vague images of passing) I thought about sending post ideas to Wiserdude and others. It took a number of years for me to stop being a lazy farquaar and actually step up and post. Many are the times that I’ve intended to thank all of you beautiful turds for the years of laughter that your post ideas and comments have brought – you all are quite a group – Every one of you.
I was looking at the User list and reminiscing.
Dear weirdos,
It’s been awhile so allow me to update you on the status of the baber.
He’s about a year old.
The end.
BUT
Holy fish stick, this is a lot of work. If I would have known how much this little man would cut into my ‘ME’ time I’m not sure I would have made the same decision. I mean, can a guy get a break already? How am I expected to waste 23.5 hours a day if I have to change diapers, rock, feed, and entertain him?
What about me?
And for that matter, what about you?
How do you guys get by everyday without my insight, wit, and honest caring about your day to day obsessions? Who tells you to fuck off? Who urges you to eat those carbs, sleep in, watch a little incest pron, accuse your daughter’s paramour of being a loser and driving a shitty car, plant that weed, give yourself a prostate exam, or try to get in touch with Cyn one more time? Who fake internet laughs at your mom jokes? Who listens to your long boring stories and then responds with a one word phrase? Who pretends to like Hotspur? Who guesses your obscure derpy lyrics? Who admonishes xbrad and then takes a shower to wash off the xbrad?
Who?
And now some baby picture…
What’s up with the current rush to coarsen everything in society. From San Fran to NYC everybody is pissing in the streets.
I thought it was a french tradition. Now it’s all fashionable to drop trou and go…
I guess gone are the simpler times of panhandling.
The weirdest stuff cracks me up. My sig-ot is used to my bizarreness and makes sure to steer me out of the way of unsuspecting people when we’re out and about and I’m feeling plucky.
Cubic Houses (Rotterdam, Netherlands) I recommend checking them out when you’re in the netherregion smoking dope with phat
I’ve seen this place a few times. I like the netherlands. The ppl are friendly, the beer is good, and hookers.
Ahh-ite, line up, time to get the weekend kickin’. Pupster took a hike is away smokin’ dope and head bangin’ with his buddies on the left coast working hard. Handing the keys to an unstable person is probably a sign of stress. We may need to put up the H2 emergency signal for the West Coast Cabal to go bail help him out.
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