​A breif thought on past and present tense.

I’m here to share with you my hatred for a singular individual and call some of you stupid all at the same time. Buckle in and strap up.

Dude I think my kid is a bully.

My kids being a bitch and getting in fights!
Hilarious toddler fights which I’d gladly pay a cover charge and two drink minimum to watch but fights none the less!

Server Down.

​It’s weird, no matter how much time I waste on procrastinating I always end up feeling way better about myself when I manage to create something in the end.

What-the-fuck-does-that-mean Friday, the Still Happening.

Please don’t think I’m being harsh on the author(s?), I’m not calling them idiots per-se, I just believe the adoration of cats is an idiotic and fruitless activity across the spectrum of existence.

Babysitting the pallet pt.2

I don’t know about you, but the shittiest duties in the world can be made endurable when you’ve got someone to share stories with.
And by share stories, I mean listen to Barnes as he rattles off tales of working with Croatian dudes that sound like something out of a mob movie.

Graffiti is no joke(r)

The Wif has a new hobby.
No, it’s not fence building, or spray painting shit like a hoodlum, it’s photography.

You’re doing it wrong.

Have you ever sat back and wondered exactly when in your life 6am got its classification switched from “Fuck me that’s early” to “God damn that was a good sleep in”? Unless you’re a shift worker or some sort of fitness human it’s generally when your work transitions from 8 to 24hour days with extra … Read more

What-the-fuck-does-that-mean Friday!

It’s time for everyone’s favourite unnecessarily multi hyphenated game;

What-the-fuck-does-that-mean Friday!

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