I don’t want to do a damn thing today. I guess the kids would say “I don’t want to adult today”. But my four sons don’t give a fuck about my feelings. Nor should they. You feed the tiny people, you change the dirty diapers, you pretend you understand whatever it is they are repeating over and over again, and you try not to scream when the one year old is crawling all over you and decides to take a random nip at your belly button (Him: “oooh-ahhh”, translation: “surprise, motherfucker”). He also then rolled off me and stood on his own. I’m gonna be chasing him down the street in a week or two. I think I’m mostly down because there were no Cadbury eggs on sale at 3 different places I tried. I don’t give a fuck about the cancer, give me the eggggggsss, man. Oh wait, I found the damn cause.

Workplace violence or something more manifesto-y?

Shopping cart of mass destruction, or just a couple years late on a Lakers’ victory parade?

I have no idea what this article is actually about, but I hope she has an Only Fans.

Big hitter, the Lama. I guess this is one of those secret teachings.

 

I guess we’ll just stay on topic for the song today.