Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.

Wide range, there. I love it!

Hahaaaa!! Fuck, I didn’t catch that shit!! Too fuckin funny to edit… Touche, s0x…

I’ve never typed Panera… Yet my dictionary has that shit over Pantera… This world has gone to shit… Fuck em all.

Gotta be Moonlight Sonata…

Maybe the Live 101 Proof version of Panera’s “War Nerve”

Or Freebird, maybe?

Stubborn Love or Angela, by the Lumineers?

Fuck… Depends on the day, but I’ll always go back to Moonlight…

Kuntz. Yep, said like That… As in Rusty Kuntz. Best baseball name in history:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rusty_Kuntz

Some days are just… Right…

That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.

Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.

(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)

Cheers!

Hell, shoot me a pricelist, bud.

Catching a fish. Even seeing someone else catch a fish, especially kids catching fish. There’s nothing else quite like it. Pure excitement and joy.

Shit…

Just saw this, homie…

What do ya need on a print of it?

Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.

Just to have thought about taking that picture is absolutely awesome. That’s a piece of art that I would hang in my home, and I’m a damn diesel mechanic. So well done.

Also Sprach Zarathustra. (Thus Spake Zarathustra) very overused, but one of the greatest pieces of music in all of history.

O, what dark times… When passing ruffians can say “Ni!” …at will, to old ladies.

Stupid cunt. Throw that piss-jug on the bonfire like a normal fuckin human being… shit…