Hot Pressed

I was in a hot-dude-sammich, not once, but twice today on two different trains. One pressed on the rear and one pressed on the money shot. I will have you know I made a point to give a sly smile to all of the lucky gents who were all quick to return the gesture. She's back! Feels good, y'all!

Baby Monkey (Going Backwards On A Pig) - Parry Gripp

This brings me an insane amount of joy. The song, the pig, the baby monkey. All of it. Hope you enjoy!

The Northeast has it all wrong

I did not know about sleet y'all. I called it "frozen rain" today and I showed just how Southern I really am. I honestly have never had the displeasure of dealing with sleet until today. I had successfully avoided that shit...until today. You can't even use an umbrella-- it just swirls underneath your layer of protection and stabs you in the face. ______________________________________________________________
Dear Sleet,
Fuck off. You are not welcome here, with your stinging icy pellets of hate.

Yours truly,
Me
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Another caveat of my migration to the North is the sorry effect of Daylight Savings time in the winter. Now it gets dark at the ripe old time of 4:30pm. Lemme tell you about nightfall in the middle of the effing afternoon-- total bullshit. Not only is it freezing ass cold(er) when I leave work, but my biological clock tells me that I'm ready for dinner AND I want to go to bed a good hour and a half before I can clock out for the day. I don't even know how to process this.