Sandman

Sunday morning, I asked my wife if she wanted to go out anywhere, or would she rather just chill at home. I told her I'm in the mood to stay home and she agreed. An hour or so later, she proclaimed that she wanted to put up the christmas decorations. I don't care what she puts out and let her have free reign of the decorating, so she doesn't mind that I go in the other room and leave her to it. But it never fails: "Can you come move this?" "Can you carry this?" "Can you hold this up?". Fuck, I just wanted to watch ONE football game.

There's a new Target christmas ad, has a mom pushing a cart with her kid sitting in it. They're walking through the parking lot as the snow gently falls around them...and she's wearing sandals and no coat. Fuck off, target.

If there's a verified tattoo on it, I'll keep it under consideration.

If they're smart enough to ask about that during jury selection, you're right.

If I'm on a murder trial jury, there's got to be a body to get a conviction. Or at least a pool of the victim's blood that's large enough to determine that they couldn't live after losing that much blood.

I don't do yard work but I get what you mean. I guess I'm just too deep into my routine of "get up, shower, dress and go". I don't want to put on clean clothes if I haven't bathed.

Does this mean I shouldn't take a shower before I got play golf?

He hit a lot of bombs

I'm going with the Ted Kaczynski theory.

I'm not saying they're cool dudes who deserve respect, I'm just saying I don't think they're gonna start killing again after they get released.

Allegedly, they told their mom about the abuse and she shut them down. Either didn't believe them or knew and didn't care, and told them to STFU. So they felt she was complicit.

Whether or not you believe the abuse allegations (I lean towards believing them), 30+ years in the can is a long fucking time. I don't think they're a danger to society, I'm fine with them getting parole.

"Where has that cigar been, I wonder?"

When my daughter started driving, her car was a 2012 and still had a CD player, so she asked for my CDs and I said go for it. Now she has them all and I have no idea where anything is. I just download everything from the internet and upload it into youtube music (which sucks).

When I was 7 or 8, I saw an episode of that Leonard Nimoy show "In Search Of..." about Amityville and it fucked me up good. I never did watch the movie because of it. We got our first VCR in 1981 and the first two movies my dad rented were "Mommie Dearest" and "The Elephant Man", the latter gave me horrible nightmares and I can't even look at a pic of that fucking guy to this very day.