Let’s skip the fuckin pleasantries and get down to the point…. Some summer thoughts for you, from me.  Feel free to leave comments. I read all comments and will decide what the hell is fucking wrong with you. 

I really can’t stand the gecko commercials. He’s annoying. Spend some fucking money in marketing Geico. 

Are websites and apps insane when they ask if they can track me?  That’s like giving your wife an itinerary and spy cam for a guy’s weekend. 

My three favorite TV themes songs are Gilligans Island,  Different Strokes, and Green Acres.

Little known fact about me. When I was much, much younger, my two older sisters and I would spend summers in Texas at my father’s house. It was like 105 degrees every day and we would watch TV all day. Obviously, we fought over control of the TV. My dad had to make a schedule for each hour. I loved the Price is Right so that was one of my hours. And every time one of the contestants would have a chance to win a car, I would run up and crash into the wall by the door. I was a pretty hyper kid….. anyhow this was like 1981 or 1982, so the syndicated tv shows were like Alicia and Green Acres. So I grew to love these shows. But that fuckin theme song to Green Acres, I still hum it. I’ll be cooking dinner and the kids will come in and I’ll start singing it. They just leave and discuss institutionalizing me. 

Well that got me way the fuck off the subject. I swear sometimes I lose my train of thought like I did when I was 12-13 and I saw big titties. 

Ok more opinions

I bought my kid a bike. When the fuck did you have to take out a mortgage to buy a bike? Geez. 

I love Dicks… the store that is. I love Target also. But you can’t get the fuck out of that store without buying a ton of shit. I think it’s like the Casino where they pump oxygen in the air to keep you awake. Then you leave the Casino and you pass out in like five minutes. Or in my buddy “Brian D’s” case, you pass out for other reasons. But in Target’s case, I think they are pumping like an idiot gas into the air. You go there and you just start buying shit you don’t need. I mean the other fuckin day I was there, and I look to Lorelei and say I really should buy something for Pam Levine…. Idiocy gas speaking right there…

Can someone explain to me the point of celebrity reality shows? They’re just dumb. 

I went away and posted like three pictures. I have a few friends that are posting pics of them getting in the fuckin car with the caption “and we’re off”, I have one friend, let’s call her Debbie L., she goes through toll booths and takes pics of the person she paid the toll too…. Enough already

I watched a few episodes of Friends the other day. It’s hard to watch them because they are so outdated. But how the fuck did Monica afford that apartment??? 

There’s an interesting show on CNN about the history of Sitcoms. I love sitcoms, so I think I might catch it. It’ll be the first time I’ve watched a news channel in five years. 

I love that there are all these new podcasts coming out. Giving “their” views of the world. This should work for a country as confused as ours. 

Tonight for dinner I was a little lazy, I bring it out to Lorelei. It was grilled cheese, corn on the cob, and a pickle. She looked at me, I said, “for better or for worse”.

Lastly, can people stop beating up these multi-billionaires for wanted to go into space? It’s their money and their dreams. I think it’s great. 

Have a great day people. 

Native New Yorker, now living in Connecticut. Husband, and father of two amazing boys. Kidney transplant recipient, and a big supporter of organ donation #donatelife. Mortgage banker, but not by choice. In my free time, I enjoy golf, reading (especially presidential biographies), and finding that hole in the wall restaurant that has great food.

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