Thursday, May 16, 2013

My 2013 Indy 500 Jamboree And Hootenanny: I'm Not Always An Asshole

Just some of the time...

Probably.

It's raining here in Indy, so going out to the track would be pointless and I have shit to do here at home, but I thought I'd take a minute and do a little writing.

Anyhoo...I present to you, my valued readers, the following as to why I think my assholishness is only a part-time gig.

You no doubt recall that I am in the midst of remodeling my bathroom.

In doing so, I have eliminated the window, framed it in and boxed it off outside with a nice cedar trim...which I then stained to make it look even more cooler.

(I said "trim") lol


It is over-engineerd and bullet-proof.

You couldn't drive a tank through this motherfucker now.

I'm pretty proud of my handiwork.  It is solid and square and true and plumb.

I am awesome.

This next picture I took just now during a light rain.

It popped up this morning in my neglected garden and it is gloriously beautiful and is proof that God loves us and that He would prefer that we didn't kill each other like the assholes we usually are and that we should respect and protect and defend the rights He gave us at birth.

This image is massive and cool.  If you want, you can click on it and save it for a wallpaper or something.  Pretty much.

I have two poppy plants in my garden that come back every year and start to bloom in May right about the time the Indy 500 and Memorial Day comes around and then I get all foolish and sentimental and stuff.

So you see...I'm not always an asshole.

But my next post?

Who's to say?

Certainly not me.

2 comments:

  1. Hey you, from one asshole to another,
    Yer all right dude.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Just remember, Turbo is after they got rid of Gene Simmons! I am Indy, yo.

    ReplyDelete

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