You Suck...FYI: A Special Thanksgiving Message
Happy fucking Thanksgiving.
Yes, this is my blog post for today. Wishing you a happy fucking Thanksgiving.
It was decent yesterday. My first as a single parent (although I'm technically still married...a weird thought). My boys are sick again though. Poor little men.
But they were having a fun time, until they started feeling sick.
We got the tree up. My mom and step-dad are in town and helped a lot, despite my mother's phobia of sick toddler germs.
It dawned on me that my wife and I never did a tree (except for last year, which kinda doesn't count since she had a foot and most of her head out the door by then, unbeknownst to stupid me).
But isn't that odd we never had a tree up to that point? Together for ten years, married for eight. And I love Christmas trees.
The things I do for love.
People really suck sometime. And, yes, I include myself among those people. No one wants to admit they suck. But we all do. You, reader, suck.
That's what I'm thankful for today.
I hear about good things good people do, and I realize I kinda suck.
But good people suck too. So fuck you, and fuck us all.
And fuck me.
Not enough swearing in my life these days. And I love swearing. Openly swearing often was by far the best thing about serving in the military. That and the honesty of being able to tell someone they sucked...if, in fact, they did suck.
So continue stuffing your fat asses today, America.
And be thankful for how much we fucking suck.
Yes, this is my blog post for today. Wishing you a happy fucking Thanksgiving.
It was decent yesterday. My first as a single parent (although I'm technically still married...a weird thought). My boys are sick again though. Poor little men.
But they were having a fun time, until they started feeling sick.
We got the tree up. My mom and step-dad are in town and helped a lot, despite my mother's phobia of sick toddler germs.
It dawned on me that my wife and I never did a tree (except for last year, which kinda doesn't count since she had a foot and most of her head out the door by then, unbeknownst to stupid me).
But isn't that odd we never had a tree up to that point? Together for ten years, married for eight. And I love Christmas trees.
The things I do for love.
People really suck sometime. And, yes, I include myself among those people. No one wants to admit they suck. But we all do. You, reader, suck.
That's what I'm thankful for today.
I hear about good things good people do, and I realize I kinda suck.
But good people suck too. So fuck you, and fuck us all.
And fuck me.
Not enough swearing in my life these days. And I love swearing. Openly swearing often was by far the best thing about serving in the military. That and the honesty of being able to tell someone they sucked...if, in fact, they did suck.
So continue stuffing your fat asses today, America.
And be thankful for how much we fucking suck.
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