The punchline of this comic had nothing to do with the setup when I uttered it early this week.  I was actually commenting about my inability to get out of my own way that morning, but not long after I’d spoke it my mind made the connection to other things.   Good times!  All six years of ‘em.

Also? I rather wish my brain didn’t operate like a big Plinko board.

I was made aware of just how poorly I bowl this weekend.  But the guy in the lane next two us was what I’d imagine Danny Trejo would look like if he’d made it to the suburbs instead of the California penitentiary system, so that was worth while.

I always wondered why guys have such a hard time hitting a urinal.   The male urethra is pretty much point-and-shoot.   Then I realized most guys are probably too think around the middle to actually see their junk.   Which also means I’m now doing more core exercises.

Sometimes it takes me a while.