Bad news, it’s not even 10 am. Good news, it’s Friday! Only 7ish more hours until you can celebrate your short lived freedom. Whether you were crunching numbers or digging ditches, celebrate the fact that you made it through another grueling work week. At the end of the day, we’re all just doing one thing anyway…
Hurricane Matthew (Stafford) is about to pummel the east coast right now and I hope that is a metaphor for the Lions dominating the Eagles this weekend. I mean it probably won’t be, and the Lions will probably lose by 50, but I can dream. Quite a busy weekend on deck. I took today off thinking I’d be hungover from the Kanye concert, but no, he cancelled. So I’m sitting around on my off day, sober, upset, and ready to drink a gallon of clorox because this entire thing was a hoax and it kept me from seeing Yeezus. Not thrilled. At least dirty Dave is coming down to celebrate his birthday. Got a little Red Wings action in store for him, so hopefully the gods are good and get us ripped in half for that bad boy. Fuck the Maple Leafs by the way.
We’ve got the Carson Wentz and his shitty feet coming into town on Sunday. I’ve got some solid ideas planned for content coming out of that bad boy. Don’t want to give it all away, but it should be good. In all reality, I probably won’t do shit, and this site will just continue being as average as my life. Whatever, I’m over it.
It’s surprisingly nice outside for October so get out there and be the biggest thots that you can be. There are only so many decent days left to get day drunk and stumble around without the fear of having your limbs freeze off if you fall asleep on the walk back, so take advantage. I’m trying to get a hookup on an IV bag so I can pump rum and cider into my blood. I was told it was dangerous, but I really don’t care at this point. I need it.
On to the music.
First up is a new take on a classic. Turn it up to 11 and let your ears enjoy this bad boy.
Second song is dedicate to Bsplan. He’s leaving Michigan for Cali again and it’s sad. He’s a dick bag for leaving, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. But if you’re out in Cali and need a dad, he’ll be your father.