First, we're gonna take a trip in the way-back machine and reminisce, and then I'm going to talk about something completely different, and then I'm going to bitch about a craptastic tv show. Let's do this, bitchez.
Speaking of baseball tee's, let's chat about the one I scored at the T-Shirt Shop circa 1980-something. It had red sleeves and a photo of Tom Selleck ironed onto the front. I'm pretty sure I hit up the SpacePort arcade after I picked that bad-boy up.
When I was single and ready to mingle, I had my share of dates with kooks courtesy of the online dating pool, but one of the worst was a blind-date setup that had nothing to do with online dating – a guy who worked at the Lay’s Potato Chip plant in the area, and he picked me up wearing his Lay’s jacket – subtract points for that – and then proceeded to talk about his ex all night long and how much he loved drinking – and that was that.
At what point should I be concerned about my kids' imaginary playmates? Their names are Boney's Blood and Barfy the Clown. I can't make this stuff up, jive turkeys. Well, I COULD, but with the wealth of material at my disposal everyday, I don't have to.
Do you ever watch a show that you have committed to for almost an entire season, and by "show" let's say it is "The Following," and realize that every character is the biggest dumb-ass you have ever seen? And you hate them so much that by the episode just before the season finale, you WANT said characters to die? And you vow that once you see said finale, you will NEVER watch said show again?