mind? what mind?

I just – finally – took a quick look at a book Barns & Noble is peddling — “Sh*t My Dad Says”.

Science and Mother Nature are in a marriage where Science is always surprised to come home and find Mother Nature blowing the neighbor.

There’s a word for people like that…No, I’m saying, there’s a word and I don’t know what it is. I’m not being fucking poetic.

Calm down. You don’t just grab a ruler and tell everyone to whip their dicks out. You stuff your crotch and keep your pants on.

No, I’m not a pessimist. At some point the world shits on everybody. Pretending it ain’t shit makes you an idiot, not an optimist.

And, since my birthday is already past (besides, I’ve a few years yet to go before I’m 74), here’s another…

No presents goddamit. I’m turning 74. I don’t need you to commemorate that with a fucking Barnes and Noble gift card.

… and I do like those B&N gift cards.  Keep ‘em coming, so I can buy the book!