1) Americans love Trump for the same reason Germans loved Hitler.
2) Trump is preaching hate.
3) I used to have too much stuff, but then I saw Jason’s apartment in the Bourne Identity and thought I should live like that.
4) This is all so fucked.
I planted these flowers last year. I did not know they come up on their own this year. They’re not as full as they were last year, but it’s still nice to have them. I decided I’m not going to plant any new flowers this year, because it’s already August.
This is Rob Darnell reporting that the employees at the auto part stores are Unmasked. I repeat, the employees at the auto part stores are Unmasked.
Save yourselves!
I’ve developed a headache mowing the front lawn. This heat is fucked up. Yes, I’m drinking water.
Earlier today, I looked out the window and I saw this by the driveway. I couldn’t tell what it was. It wasn’t moving, and after several minutes I decided it was nothing, maybe just a piece of a tree. But five minutes later, I was back at the window and the thing was gone. So, it was a living creature.
My vision sucks, so I took the picture to try to see it better. Of course there’s always a fucking screen in my way to make my pictures less clear. I should’ve stepped out to get a better picture, but I didn’t think to.
What the hell could that possibly be? It looks like a big lizard to me, but I’m fairly certain we don’t have lizards like that in Michigan.
I never took a side in the Chevy-Ford war, so I got a 1972 Chevy Cheyenne and a 1979 Ford F-150.
The Tigers lost both of their games today.
I was channel surfing and I see NHL is back. I have the Blue Jackets and Maple Leafs on. It’s the playoffs. I don’t know how long NHL has been back.
I just now finished eating my late supper. Steak. I put the hot sauce my cousin Tony sent me on the steak. I don’t think people normally put hot sauce on steak, but I couldn’t find chicken wings at the grocery store yesterday.
The hot sauce is good, and it has quite a burn. I’ll probably use it on just about everything I eat.
My mom and dad have chickens. Yesterday my dad brought me a dozen of eggs. Anyone who grew up around farms will tell you that this is what real chicken eggs look like.
I cook eggs almost every morning. I usually scramble.