I have this tendency to just gnaw people’s entire damned face off when I really get going. I know this is shocking new information, but please, adjust.
I know that I can chew a hole in your ass, and I’m trying super hard today to not just do the thing I want to do, just absolutely freak the fuck out and yell at people. Sigh. Good times.
So, I send BMan copies of the correspondence I send when I get this way. So he can either be a witness to the bullshit I just did, or he can give me the 2 thumbs up, like “phew, girl, I thought for sure you were gonna tell Ron Desantis to stop tickling Trump’s balls in that email”. For the record, I was, but then I heard the drone outside again.
Not that I would have regrets about doing so. Some people need an absolute wake up call because they’re doing what I like to refer to as “The Dumb Shit”. Y’all know the dumb shit. No good reason, embarrassed the next day, can’t even blame the alcohol, dumb shit. And for some people, that’s their norm. Their day to day is literally the damned dumb shit.
But that’s not what we’re going to be doing around here. That’s on the no go, bro, list.
I can offer guidance, half-assed advice, and an ear, usually. But I cannot offer to ride along when your whole itinerary reads “The Dumb Shit”. Uh uh. Count me out, bruh.
You would think after x amount of times just completely ruining your own life with your actions, you would maybe learn a lesson. I’m sorry to report, no, actually, that’s not happening- no lessons are being learned.
Here, in my little corner of the tropical mistress called The Bay, baby, we discourage The Dumb Shit. You’re gonna have to back your bus up if you packed it, because you can’t even drop that off at the curb around here.
LMAO