I just spent 20 minutes reading the facebook page of a man I did not know. He's part of a lifestyle I will never share in, with people I will never talk to, living a life in many ways opposite to my own. Why did I do it?
We have the exact same name, first middle and last.
The interesting part, (aside from the fact that he doesn't fucking swear like, at all) is that he's pretty much got the same level of sarcasm that I do.
some of my favorite gems:
Trying to neatly fold fitted bed sheets is like solving a Rubik's cube with your feet. While blindfolded.
I've discovered that people really get antsy in their pantsy for yard sales. Liberty Lake is a zoo right now. Made 120 bucks though, so thank you crazies!
Sure do love this delightfully cold and wet spring weather we're having. Yep, I love it just like repairing my own hernia with a used steak knife and garden shears.
After wrapping Christmas presents tonight, I've learned:  There's a reason men stick to duct tape.  The moment the scissors glide when cutting paper has got to be like watching Abe Lincoln ride a unicorn into battle packing an Uzi.  Man tears are an acceptable response to finishing wrapping after the third attempt just to realize you poked holes in the corners and the paper is crooked, and finally  That it's a good thing I'm not going into general surgery, because I couldn't cut a salami without bungling it.
Yes, I am that bored, why do you ask?