I really, REALLY want to write a post about something that happened today, but I'll be so upset again I won't be able to sleep. Maybe I can manage it tomorrow without my blood pressure blowing my aorta in two.
So, for tonight I'll direct you to my brother's post.
He didn't exactly have a great day either. But then again, maybe he kinda won the lottery.
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Pascal Fervor administered therapy at my blog today so that I wouldn't bust a vessel.
Maybe it would help you.
Only if PF could administer a permanent injury to a 6'1" adult who screamed at a 10 year old boy on a basketball court. Not his kid, not his team.
If he had yelled at my grandson that way, the jerk would be undergoing surgery having his testicles removed from his esophagus as we speak.
You need range therapy.
Cell phone pic the guy, print it, take it to the range, apply holes.
I wish I had thought to take out my cell phone.
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