Under the Bridge I Sometimes Eat Cake.

This weekend sucked. It was fucking hot. Carter had a fever so we had to leave the Brewer’s game early. I wasted a bunch of money on gasoline to get to said Brewer’s game, and it was fucking hot. I missed a hockey game in the nice cool rink to miss most of said Brewer’s game, and it was so fucking hot. (The company and conversation of my in-laws was nice, however)

Carter still has a lingering fever, and it’s still fucking hot today.

Maybe if I look at Mel Gibson it will cheer me up…





Wow, I feel better already. What’s that Mel?









Jesus, loves me?

Thanks Mel. What?










Come on Mel…. Don’t blame the Jews for Jesus’ death.



No Mel, I don’t have any Vodka.

Dude, I’m not giving you 5 dollars to buy some vodka.





Because you’re a millionaire.






What am I saying? I’ll do the Christian thing and give you the money. Can you just give me a lift back home?



Cool.