It has been a busy summer friends. Lots of being inside bitching about the weather, and a little bit of f-cking around outside. Patios, parks and sangria. The highlight so far was a weekend away to the fine shores of Ucluelet to celebrate a double whammy 30th birthday of my bro Koleman & bud Jackie.
It says a lot about me that for every post where I basically call my kid a sh-t monkey, the words gush out like a flume of water expressed from a cannon, fed from a thunderous waterfall that never dries up. But when I attempt to form kind motherly sentiments, I freeze up.
Watching UFC makes me feel queasy. It's basically Average Joes, that like to make each other bleed, ushered into a cage and let loose at each other with big chunks of cash at stake. Right? For me, as a female, there is nothing appealing about it - muscles are nice yeah, but cauliflower ears are the equivalent of 2 crossed eyes and an incredible overbite.