No matter. Children don't go outside anymore. Sports are electronicized.
I get it. Times change. But it saddens me.
ABOVE: 1992 North End 9 & 10-yr-old all-stars
I'm sad for yours, not mine. My grandkids are out there playing ball.
No matter. Children don't go outside anymore. Sports are electronicized.
I get it. Times change. But it saddens me.
ABOVE: 1992 North End 9 & 10-yr-old all-stars
I'm sad for yours, not mine. My grandkids are out there playing ball.
Anybody come down with Punkymox yet? Anyone really believe it exists? This 1,000-year contagion malarkey has gone well beyond old. How'd that shutting down of the economy work out? Masks? Social distancing? Untested vaccinations? Despotism doesn't work as public health policy. Policy dictated by men wearing dresses, no less.
So what's next from the Wuhan proving ground?
Joe Biden's economic prowess is akin to Jimmy Carter's stagnation destruction. Hell, they'll destroy the anglosphere yet...just you wait and see. This is the Dollar General economy, in which Sprawl-mart suddenly becomes the haunt of the more well-heeled.
We now have more DGs than Mickey Ds, so if your ass gets as wide as the Susquehanna (getting there) you ought not blame McDonald's anymore.
Meanwhile, I'm busily working towards acquiring a REAL ID (whatever the fu>k that is) while trillions of illegal democrats stomp our borders flat. Be serious, the elections can't be stolen...right? Right?
It ONLY took the Geek Squad a month to replace the power button on my desktop. As with damn near everything else, I suppose covid would be their excuse. As if.
What does it tell you when LTBGRIQ events come off looking like Mardi Gras for the mentally ill?
One more statement like that and the Justice Department goes all Cliven Bundy on me. Randy Weaver? David Koresh? Marilyn Monroe? Lee Harvey Oswald?
That's how you reduce gun crimes (in a county where it's illegal to possess a chicken.)
Don't bitch at me. Stupidity begets stupidity or some such thingie.
Bye
As you can see, I now have the Grandrodent Mountain Division ready to forward-deploy from Fort McG.
Now...
And then..
Brace yourself.
Sorry.
If you've ever experienced a hit-and-run electro encephalogram at a medical facility, trust me, that's got nothing in common with the four-day at-home version. Four days with electrodes pasted all over your skull while connected to a computer hanging around your neck. No bath. No shower. Cameras watching and listening. You know, no fun.
The selling point being that if all goes well, we eliminate the seizure medication. So, it's got a positive spin put on it going in. Yippee!
In this case, no news is good news. And I've gotten no news. I"ll be seeing my neurologist next month, so I'll get the official word from the brain boss.
Until then, We'll stick with the good little Markie routine: no smoke, no drink, salt, or monosodium glutamate. Nope, just exercise, diet coke and extremely loud music. Actually louder than loud. We'll just pound that brain back into shape.
Remember, if it ain't loud, it ain't worth a fu>k.
Buh-bye
Throwing, we are.
Recognize that tiny building on the backside?
Wasn't that once a hotel or something?
Thrown!