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.







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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