June was a busy month. That seems a little stupid to say when I consider that two of the things that kept me busy this month were vacations, so maybe I am just a whiner. I am very tired and quite frankly am not quite sure if the blurry picture on the tv is because Charter is shitting it up again or because my eyes are just that unfocused. Turns out it was a secret third option where Netflix apparently forgot that we aren’t using dial-up. But today was my first full day at home in a week after I parlayed a work trip into a family vacation with a sprinkle of fucking awful airline travel experiences in between. I have to cut myself off here because I have done more snoozing than typing in the last 5 minutes and that feels like a sign to call it. So here are the jokes.
6/5
This is the kind of storyline development usually reserved for premium live events. My guess is they'll have a match at SummerSlam.
6/6
All it takes is a little bit of cheese dust to get me to eat styrofoam packing peanuts.
6/7
I'm my dogs' favorite person if none of the rest of the family is home and we have no guests in the house.
6/15
I like Jack Black but I don't think I will ever forgive him for making "chicken jockey" a thing.
6/22
Why would I listen to country music when I could just shit in my hand and shove it in my ear canal?
6/23
I feel like it's at least a little bit weird that eggs are not one of the numerous foods that taste like chicken.
6/23
My daughter is a character. Wonder where she gets it.
6/26
The midwestern urge to drive places because "it's only 12 hours away" makes a lot of sense when you consider how fucking shitty airline travel is.
6/28
I don't care if it's cliche or the obvious joke. If you have nautical themed decorations and you don't have something in the bathroom labeling it the poop deck, then I have absolutely no respect for you.
This brain is simply not braining right now. I need to go to bed.
-Ryan