“They call me Slim Shady, I’m back! I’m Back!”
No, okay
“GUESS WHO’S BACK MOTHERFUCKERS! PUNS IN A CLIP!”
No? Okay, how about,
“Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back, welcome back”
Still no?! Fuck it, I’M BACK BITCHES!!!!!!!!!! Continue reading
“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU SPELL “FORTNITE” YOU MOTHERFUCKING BOOMER TRASH” is how I’d imagine a gen z punk motherfucker would approach me about this blog title. Joke’s on any potential gen z strawman motherfucker I just stitched together in this post, because I’m a millennial (1988 BITCHES!!!!), But if that were the case, then I would have to assume that you motherfuckers aren’t getting a proper education in those damn schools our tax dollars pay for. We spend more on war than we do a proper education, but that’s a rant for another day. Until then, I think I need to give an English lesson on what a “Fortnight” actually is. Continue reading
*This is a continuation of prior posts. If you would like to read this meaty story from the beginning, please click on the following links below*
Wonderwall I (A Catholic Love Story Told In A Not So Catholic Way)
Wonderwall II (The Never Ending Catholic Love Story)
Wonderwall III (A Catholic Love Story Written & Directed By God, Staring Some Crass Autistic Guy)
*This is a continuation of prior posts. If you would like to read this meaty story from the beginning, please click on the following links below*
Wonderwall I (A Catholic Love Story Told In A Not So Catholic Way)
Wonderwall II (The Never Ending Catholic Love Story)
Wonderwall III (A Catholic Love Story Written & Directed By God, Staring Some Crass Autistic Guy) Continue reading
*This is a continuation of prior posts. If you would like to read this meaty story from the beginning, please click on the following links below*
Wonderwall I (A Catholic Love Story Told In A Not So Catholic Way)
*This is a continuation of a prior post. If you would like to read this meaty story from the begining, please click on the following link below*
Wonderwall I (A Catholic Love Story Told In A Not So Catholic Way)
This is a long ass, multi part, multi faceted blog post, so get some food, an ass pad, and a drink. You’re gonna be here for a bit.
This blog has many elements of my Catholic faith. All you need to know is that everything I’m about to tell you in these next three blog posts are true. There are no coincidences in this life. Continue reading
Hello strange world!
It’s been an eternity since I wrote one of these. I know I said there would be more of these, but life unfortunately happens; That will be another blog for another day. I came here to touch upon a subject I may have touched upon briefly, but it deserves its own blog post. Judging by the title, you probably already know what this post will be about. If word play flies over your head, you’ve been living under a rock, or both, then it appears I need to explain a study that happened 21 years ago along with the present day consequences. Continue reading
A few years ago around this time, I took my first ever trip to Atlanta, Georgia. It was a blast, and a great way to immerse myself in southern culture. I loved the city so much that I vowed to return one day for round two. God is good because I got that chance in the form of an invite to a baby shower. Needless to say, it was an epic adventure that can only be told in Epic Autistic Fashion. For the post that preceeds this one, read “The Mile High Club (No, It Ain’t About Sex On A Plane)”. For the original, read “I Got Broads In Atlanta (Southern Hospitality)”. Continue reading
Y’all are getting two blogs today! (Read “A 5th of Autistic” if you haven’t already) I’m about 30,000 ft in the air for the second time this year with a third coming in October. This is probably the most I’ve ever flown in ever. The first time I flew this year was to go out to Portland Oregon with my girlfriend. I am flying solo today for a trip to Atlanta. I’ll be flying again with my girlfriend for a trip to San Diego. I’m not gonna lie, traveling alone for the first time has me feeling anxious. In all the years of my existence, I’m used to having someone else manage my itinerary. Someone has already figured out when we’re taking off, when we’re landing, our transportation accommodations for when we land, and everything in reverse. A part of me was dreading this trip a bit. It wasn’t the end goal of this trip I dreaded (a reunion with college friends), that’s the last thing I’d dread. I dreaded the planning that would have to go into this. My executive functioning difficulties make planning/coordinating things like this a bit overwhelming at times. Thankfully I had a friend find a really great deal on this flight. I was planning on driving down there which would’ve taken forever. Continue reading
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