so tonight i took the boys swimming. i bought them some floaties for the pool. fortunately i’m full of hot air and was able to blow them all up manually, since i lack a compressor and the proper tools for doing it up right. and i’m good with my mouth. so that’s alright.


so this is how they’re spending their summer vacation. relaxing in the pool, going to disneyland, universal studios, california land, the jelly belly factory, having watergun fights.
i officially hate being an adult.




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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













Yes, Yes, the chillin’s look like they are havin’ a grand ol’ time…as well they should, cause we old folks know what is around the corner…..lift that bale, tote that barge etc,etc,etc, never ending…….
I am glad you had enough hot air and such…
for the floaties, but did you have to blow up the rim of the pool too? it looks kinda like it has a poofy sides as well……You must be exhausted…
I won’t get any closer than that to the “mouth” comment at least we know you are proficient with inflatables…you give us living proof right here…And i am damn proud of myself for showing restraint….
Funny though, we had the opportunity to replay that scene last week when we were “hangin with my homies at the Holiday Inn” but never got to the pool..too much riff raff there…
In fact some the characters the guys are posing with, look like some of the people I saw on the range, hell, the blue guy has a striking resemblence to the guy I worked with…
too bad the guy you were working with got his voice back. such a pity.