I don’t normally get philosophical, because as long as I have my vodka, pretty much everyone can go f themselves, but here’s the deal: It’s not okay to be “tired of hearing it” when you never actually listened to it, considered it, and tried to understand it in the first place.

I know this may sound like I just “picked a side” but that’s probably just because I poked you in the “I’ve had enough” spot and pissed you off because you are “tired of hearing it.”

I never even said what “it” was.

I was just pointing out that people are no longer listening to each other.

At all.

Which is fine by me, honestly. I don’t really give much of a fuck.

But here’s the deal:

If you ain’t gonna listen, then you ought not to be flapping at the mouth either.

Those two things go hand in hand. You talk and then you listen. You listen and then you talk.

If all you are doing is flatulating out of your face at full force, you should fuck the hell right off.

Now, Imma go have a drink, and, if someone listened to what I said and has something to say about it, I will listen too. But if you didn’t listen, and think you have something to say, I ain’t interested because it ain’t relevant.

It’s a two-way street, and one-wayers are welcome to drive right up each other’s asses and stay traffic jammed there in their own constipated stupidity.

I was quarantine shopping and found some things I wish I had.

Like these ice balls.

and these stemless glasses.

I don’t like the long, skinny stems. Not because I am afraid they will break, but because I am afraid I will snap them off. Can’t you feel it? When you pick those up and you feel that little glass straw between your fingers. Don’t you just want to snap those in half? It’s like a little rage demon inside of me trying to find a way to express itself, and the stems are something I just almost can’t keep away from him….   SNAP!

Oh, yeah. I can’t really be trusted with those. I need stemless glasses. 

And as long as I am dreaming, look at this! Forget those little ice ball makers!  As far as I can tell, this fridge makes ice balls! A new centerpiece for the whole house!

And I don’t even know what the hell this thing is, but I want it too, just because.

I seem to have developed a fetish for ice balls. I bet there is a great story idea in there somewhere…

 

 

 

Oh, you may have noticed, those are Amazon Affiliate links. They require I tell you something. I couldn’t figure out exactly what, so here, just have the whole fucking clause from their website:

5. Identifying Yourself as an Associate

You must clearly and prominently state the following, or any substantially similar statement previously allowed under this Agreement, on your Site or any other location where Amazon may authorize your display or other use of Program Content: “As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.” Except for this disclosure, and other than as required by applicable law, you will not make any public communication with respect to this Agreement or your participation in the Associates Program without our advance written permission. You will not misrepresent or embellish our relationship with you (including by expressing or implying that we support, sponsor, or endorse you), or express or imply any affiliation between us and you or any other person or entity except as expressly permitted by this Agreement.

Sorry it’s a mess now. I will try to get around to fixing what broke. Maybe.

I kind of almost don’t care.

Maybe in 2022…