I ramble about being a bitch at work, getting my contractors license, and my inability to comprehend things.

I ramble about what everyone is talking about, the media is disgusting, and may the dead Rest In Peace.

Y’all about going to get my wife food, being a guest, and racist stories I’ve watched.

Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and Morgan and

I talk about me and my problems, direct it back towards other people, then talk about how horrible I am.

I start off talking about disc golf and I stumble my way into what I believe is a happy marriage.

Talk about Tuesdays, motivation, friendships, dead friend, cops, terrorist, and the other stuff.

I talk about the one and only monkey shark Anthony Larsen.

Talk about Monday, how beautiful jimmy g is, and I can’t remember what else.

I talk about my faults as a father, y’all a little bit about the Titans, and other things.