Since, I got my ass handed to me at UPS today and didn’t wake up till four fucking PM here’s some thoughts that I guess qualify as content:
Hah. Yeah, but who eggs em on. Who whispers in their ear that Bruno over there gave em a pat on the ass?
If Helen’s face launched a thousand ships couldn’t her mouth have stopped it?
Do women go for poets with an English garden or are they jumping labia first into the beds of thugs no matter if it’s Patton or El Chapo. So long as they’re sufficiently ‘decisive.’
Most men want adventure not war. It just so happens that war is one of the ultimate adventures. And it comes with the most enthusiastic cheerleaders.
Let’s you n him fight!
Note: Fred has provided me with countless hours of joy and insight so I’ll forgive the shallowness of this polemic.
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My gdad who has had two strokes already got more than winded after his walk this afternoon. He is currently in the hospital. I discuss the situation at my local ER and do some broader social commentary.
I’m just as concerned that he’s going to get Covid from the hospital as I am about the possibility of having just had a third stroke.
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Hah. Just as I post more mask musing…I see this thumb where some Jersey MILF teaches you to take ratty Tshirts and make petri dishes masks. If Fauci admits* that there was an overestimate and we see less dire consequences then predicted without masks…
Maybe these things will just serve best as kinky bedroom gear. If Jersey really wanted to do a public service she’d save money on clothes like that Tennis player and wear nothing but the mask. Inspiration is a public good. And there is nothing more inspiring that slightly chubby, vaguely ethnic ladies, dressed as bandits.
In all seriousness that looks a hell of a lot less shitty for a warehouse worker to wear to keep from breathing on merch. So I might do it to save your granny and get a virtue lay from crafty Jersey broads.
Maybe she’ll knit me assless chaps like that one hipster chic I dated. Never trust people who feed their cats Zoloft.
If Helen’s face launched a thousand ships couldn’t her mouth have stopped it?
Do women go for poets with an English garden or are they jumping labia first into the beds of thugs no matter if it’s Patton or El Chapo. So long as they’re sufficiently ‘decisive.’
Most men want adventure not war. It just so happens that war is one of the ultimate adventures. And it comes with the most enthusiastic cheerleaders.
Let’s you n him fight!
Note:
Fred has provided me with countless hours of joy and insight so I’ll forgive the shallowness of this polemic.
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