I Don’t Know

There comes a point in every man’s life when he’s got to drag his lazy tired ass out of bed in the morning and go to work on a goal other than hitting all six balls on the multi-state lottery.

 

Sadly, that point comes on a regular basis on a daily interval.

 

Yeah, yeah, I know.

 

It could be worse and I should be glad to have something like that to complain about.

 

Even still, the frustrations involved with such a cross to bare tends to present false evidence that things are considerably worse than they actually are.

 

Meh.

 

 

 

 

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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