i break horses

Last night

I’m sporting a little bit of a fat lip at work.  While I was dancing innocently around the bar, some of my friends were doing rock-paper-scissors in the corner to decide who got to hit me in the face.   My friend John said, hey, as he walked up to me and popped me.   He was having his 49th birthday though, so what could I do?  Also, there was a 70 year old tibetan man named Geltsen who kept dancing with me.

drunkengenius:

RT @xenijardin: YO PATRICK SWAYZE I KNOW U JUST DIED & ALL & IMMA LET U FINISH, BUT MICHAEL JACKSON’S DEATH WAS BEST 1 THIS YEAR! -Kanye

Do prisons have facebook networks?  If so, would I need to have an email address like mparcells@sanquentin.org to get in there?

Remember that time we were coming back from Pho and I saw the homeless guy who looked just like my boss, if he were homeless?  That was the best.

I just went to Dunkin’ Donuts (or, Dunking Doughnuts as my friend Trenton and I say it), and had a Boston Kreme doughnut.  It consists of a plain doughnut, frosted with chocolate, and filled with Bavarian creme, which is not from Boston at all.  If you doubt me, you can call the establishment in question.
I am too wealthy for Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. That shit’s strictly blue collar.  So, I walked over to Peet’s.  When the person who was three in front of me in line paid with nickels and dimes and pennies (and this person was not a child), I thought there was no one in the world I wanted to fight more.  Then, the guy in front of me also paid in nickels and dimes and pennies and he was European, and I realized that I had been wrong.

Dude should have just exchanged a Euro for, like, 7 dollars or whatever, and bought us all coffee.

As mentioned elsewhere

alexbalk:

David Grann’s “Trial By Fire” in the current New Yorker is extremely long, extremely grim, and extremely powerful. I’m not going to pull anything out or even describe it much beyond saying that it tells the story of an innocent man who was put to death in Texas. But I will tell you that it is profoundly affecting and you should take some time to read it.

Yes.

Jesus, that was heartbreaking.

Today I was served lunch by a waiter who had a black eye.  His eyeball was red with broken blood vessels and there was a saucer-sized bruise surrounding it.  My food was subpar, but I didn’t send any of it back.

you should take a nap

you should read a chuck palahniuk book

Ha ha not really.  I just read my first one, Fight Club, which was the source for the movie of the same name, which was called Fight Club. I liked that movie, or at least the first three quarters of it.  I tolerated the not quite believable ending because hey, at least the music was decent.  The book read like it was the screenplay for the movie, which I don’t think is a good thing for a novel, and the ending was even more off the rails than the movie’s was.  Plus, needs more descriptions!

Goodnight, Plastic Goblin!

You should stop at all the strip clubs you see.

Take this suggestion to heart.  Since you’re in Vermont, you’re unlikely to pass any strip clubs, but keep your eyes open.  You need to be ready to stop at any side of the road adult entertainments you can find.  Unfortunately, you’re on a bicycle, so you can’t cover a whole lot of ground. But pedal away, and dream of naked or nearly naked women.  You’ll get really excited when you see a sign for a place called “Gentleman’s Farm.”  Unfortunately, it really is just a farm.