As I march forth in my ill-conceived and clumsy endeavor to age gracefully, I find it only necessary to begin taking part in all of the activities which are required for men of my gender and age to undergo. I spent my late 20’s, all of my 30’s, and a better part of my 40’s doing “Dad-related” things focused around tormenting the kids with cold water wake-ups, undesirable chores, asset seizures, and general harassment. …"The Pot Diaries"
Well ladies and gentlemen, I’ll say this. There comes a point in all of our lives in which prevailing external forces are pretty belligerent about sharing unwanted news with you. That’s regardless of whether you even want to hear it or not. Case in point, let’s talk about my goofy vision. For those of you who are new to the wonder and amazement that is TharpSter.Org, I need to give you…"Call Me A Relic Call Me What You Will"
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. *squirms* It’s not every day that I sit here at the command center of the most insightful website on the whole worldwide web and fidget looking for a bit of comfort. *frantically searches the command center for a pillow* Ok, listen up. This isn’t going to be the normal thousand words of verbal brilliance you’re accustomed to around here. With that in mind, I’m just going…"More Brutality Ahead"
Ladies and gentlemen, I sit here at the outset of my 49th birthday listening to my favorites on the iHeart Radio app of my AppleTV. For whatever reason, the good people at iHeart Media can remember what songs I’ve keyed as “Thumbs Up” or “You can just go fly a kite if you think I ever want to hear that aural abortion again”, but they just can’t figure out how to include the full…"OMW 2 Fitty"