So there I was, yesterday, minding my own business. Mindlessly eating a baked potato while somewhat listening to the local news. Shark attacks on the rise, just like every other summer in recorded history. It’s gonna be hot. Just like every summer. Gen Z is taking their mommies and daddies on job interviews with them.
Hold. The. Entire. Fuck. Up. Naturally this was a national story. I actually dropped my fork of buttery, flakey potato goodness when I head it. Of COURSE they are. The generation that won’t make eye contact IF they talk to you HAS to have their collective hands held for a fucking job interview. Because it’s so terrifying. Pussies.
These are the same fucks who demand a litter box to shit in being placed in fucking schools. What the fuck? You can shit in saw dust but can’t look a potential employer in the eye without your mommy holding your hand?
It’s no wonder the greatest generation is dying off. They don’t want to hang around to see this shit. Hell, I don’t either. Not that I have designs of ending my life early. I just retired and have plenty of stuff I want to do. But I don’t wanna see this kind of shit in my wake. My grandson is gonna have a difficult time. More so if I can’t tell him how things are supposed to be. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he wants to shit in a shoe box.
I’m getting another headache. Time for some Dewar’s Headache Remedy.
That is all.






















