My Day in a Nutshell

First, I find this dumb fuckin sticker from some meathead that stuck it on the desk next to me in a prior class. All I can think about is how much Sklarski fits this queer-bait mold.

Now I am driving down to Tres Hombres in Petaluma for a nice little lunch rendezvous with the First Lady and some D-bag has got this bullshit hanging off the back off his window like it ain't no thing. Like it's hot shit to hang an over-sized cardboard chicken sandwich off the back of your Hundai (not important enough to spell correctly) and be driving around in the rain. Wow, dickhead. You're cool.

Finally the First Lady and I get off of 101 and are finally greeted with this lovely gem before we hit the historic downtown for some fine Mexican cuisine. I thought the world ended in 2012, not 2011. Fuckin religions need to get their shit straight before I decide when the Universe falls in on itself.