Dip Shit

Dip shit can't read the dipstick for the oil pan in her car. Maybe it's because she has been religiously changing the oil every 6 months instead of every 6 years so it's clear not black like in all her other cars.

Hip, hip...

Today is a cold, windy, foggy summer day in San Francisco. It is also my sisters birthday. Last night, 25 minutes before my sister, Catie, turned 32 she had a baby boy. No husband, no job, and no home. This picture shows how I feel today.

Ding Dong

Last week I dreamed that King Kong went to Hong Kong. ??? Where does this stuff come from?

Jesus Christ

You try to live like Jesus, act like Jesus, and think like Jesus and everyone thinks you're a God damned freak.