Thursday

No Proofreading

Well well well is Thursday and you know what that means that PGA championship starts today.  As I type this the very unlikable Michael Block just score an eight on the second hole.  Last time a second hole got that tore up it was your mom’s prom night. 

I think we all have to bet on Rory because he no longer has the burden of a woman weighing him down day by day second by second.  He would probably would get home after a tough round, and she would make him put on a new duvet cover or water the plants outside that he does not ever care about. 

Can we talk about flowers?  Who the f cares.  Three are cute, fifty you might as well own 10 cats and supports the lady vols basketball team.  I feel like the number off pillows on your master bed directly correlate to the number of plants you have in and around the house.

I have made a further step in my quest to become a world-renowned grill master.  I have put my gas grill on the curb (which was rapidly picked up by let’s say a couple of lady vols basketball fans who funny enough drive a Subaru) and have purchased a charcoal grill off Amazon.com.  I am excited to further my culinary skill with the grill.  Will update when meats are cooked.

There has been a work problem at work that has come to light in the last week.  It has been brought to my attention that the hire ups that dictate my life on a daily basis are tracking and monitoring their underlings.  I mean they are using our badges to see when we open doors to the building to see when we arrive and leave.  Also, it has come to my attention that when we work from hope they are monitoring our clicks on the keyboard to see if we are doing the same amount of work at home. 

As a god-fearing red-blooded American I am always against a systematic surveillance of a people, it is wrong, and I have plans in the works to fix this.  Remember, remember, the 5th of November.

I need to leave now before I say too much, have a good day and Man City is evil.