sweatin the small stuff
From the “word of the day” department………….
Comes a startling breakthrough. Amongst my small inner circle of friends we have decided that the English language can do without certain words. And without getting into the schematics and beatdowns and shit, we’ve decided that for starters the word “moist” is out.
We can’t think of any acceptable reason for a grown ass person to use the word moist in a sentence. And along with moist we’re seriously debating over the word “cuddle”. Now see as far as I’m concerned I find the word cuddle more then acceptable to use in every day conversation because you know, that’s how I roll.
But as always I seem to be in the minority over the usage of this word. But the debate rages on and in the foreseeable future I can tell you that we’re in serious talks to eliminate the words “bro” and “marmalade” from the English language as well. This website will keep you updated on any changes.
And from the “common sense beats stupid every day” department…………
Comes a story that has touched me on a personal level if for nothing else I detest the fuckin stupid offspring of a lot of people. Some time ago Frank Graham the younger son and would be successor (hah) to Billy Graham, come up with the stupid idea that when Billy passed, he would be buried at the proposed Billy Graham memorial library in North Carolina.
Now the reason this fucked with me is that even though I make a hobby out of bad mouthing most evangelist due to me finding them to be for the most part, greedy self serving fucks. I’ve never had a problem with Billy Graham cause to me he’s like a Paul Harvey, one of those iconic muthafuckers that you don’t mess with.
So when I found out that Frank Graham (hah) wanted to bury Billy at the library instead of the mountain retreat where Billy’s wife Ruth wanted them both laid to rest, it kind’a fucked with me. Especially when Ruth's long-time friend, the crime writer Patricia Cornwell, told Ruth Graham that the largely bookless "library" is "truly tacky," featuring for example a mechanical cow that greets visitors amongst other crappy shit like straw covered floors.
Frank Graham’s (hah) thinking is that the memorial would draw a new generation of worshipers and donors, including kids who would be attracted by the really lame and stupid farm motif. Which if a muthafucker was to ask me kind’a shows where this cat’s mind is at if he thinks instead of the word of god that fuckin farm animals and shit would make a difference and gain more followers?
But anyway, this has caused a huge rift in the Graham family with Frank Graham (hah) on one side and his mother on the other and Billy stuck in the middle. I just hope that in this argument the parents win out over the stupid greedy kid and instead of turning their legacy into a clown show that they get the respect that they both deserve.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"