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Bitch, I was still in diapers when you were born. Because I wasn't potty trained.
Damn, junior high must have sucked for you.
 
My brother took a job with a construction company as a construction foreman. The job is going to require him to travel quite a bit. His first stop is in Colorado and he hates it. In his words, "They don't allow plastic bags in stores and charge for paper bags. Those hippie faggots actually made me go buy reusable bags from Walmart. I felt like a damn idiot going to the checkout." :lol

At least he is only there 3 months and then he gets to go to Wyoming which should be much closer to what he is used to. This is the Longhorn fan brother so of course I told his teasip ass he was going to come back a woman before it's over.
 
Truth. It's like they're trying to out-California California.
 
Tomorrow marks 20 years since the day my wife's brother was stabbed to death. It was a very long 6 months or so after it happened. . Between getting through the initial shock, the funeral arrangements and then the legal stuff that followed, it was a very tough time for the family. Even after 20 years it still doesn't seem real.
 
Tomorrow marks 20 years since the day my wife's brother was stabbed to death. It was a very 6 months or so after it happened. . Between getting through the initial shock, the funeral arrangements and then the legal stuff that followed, it was a very tough time for the family. Even after 20 years it still doesn't seem real.


That’s horrible, bro. I’m sorry.
 
That’s horrible, bro. I’m sorry.
It was definitely hard on the family. But, he actually deserved it. Not to speak ill of the dead but he tried to barge into a guy's house and the guy stabbed him in self defense. It took his parents almost 5 years to finally come to grips with that fact. Grief is a powerful thing. They wanted so bad to blame something they just couldn't allow themselves to believe it was their son's fault. Completely understandable, but it made it much worse for them.
 
And, for anyone that might have thing I have recently morphed into Hos, here is the story. Unfortunately, all of my stories are true. God, how I wish they weren't sometimes. And, I was wrong, it's 21 years this year.

 
“The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of men who wanted to be left alone. They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love. They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it. They know, that the moment they fight back, their lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the men who wanted to be left alone are forced to fight back, it is a form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these men who wanted to be left alone, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the men who just wanted to be left alone.”
― Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

Heavenly Father,
We come before You weary from division and sharp words that wound. Forgive us for dehumanizing those made in Your image—labeling brothers and sisters as enemies instead of seeking truth. Soften hardened hearts on every side. Silence the voices that cheer violence and empower radicals while the reasonable stay quiet.
Grant our leaders and people wisdom to negotiate in good faith, not demand submission. Restore mutual respect, protect us from escalating conflict, and raise up courageous voices for peace and justice under Your law. Heal our land, turn us from hatred to understanding, and guide us back to unity grounded in truth and liberty.
In Your mercy, we pray. Amen.
 
Fuck every ounce of that.
 
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