As always, please like, share and comment, would love to hear from you and maybe get some new readers with your help. This is where my shattered heart, lack of self-worth and emotional walls help me out, I guess.
Love
The Liberation of Fuck It
This has, in general, been the course of my love life. I get excited about the prospect of someone and it falling apart. I have grown accustomed to it... as Bane would say I was born in it, molded by it. I have finally come to a point in my life where I can barely be bothered. Thanks to the interwebs my wanderlust and my general lack of attraction to and for modern westernized women I tend to find girls who interest me either abroad but on the rare occasion I find one within the +1 country code.
The Foundation Project – Cards for Hope
I'm working on a project that will provide baseball, football, basketball, and history cards to kids in low-income neighborhoods. As a collector, and being around true collectors for most of my life, mail day makes most of us 40 to 60-year-olds feel like kids being handed the keys to the chocolate factory. And that's with … Continue reading The Foundation Project – Cards for Hope
Tales From This Mortal Coil – я люблю тебя, סַבתָא
I say impatience is a virtue, I have dealt with enough bad things in my life to know tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Unknown Equations
That was how this post was going to go. Until her.
Perfect… They are all… perfect…
I love and miss you, Mom. I am sorry I did not tell you more often.
Realistic Sex Robots and How They Impact You!
Howdy y'all, So I was scrolling along on Facebook and came across an article about talking sex robots that are coming up for sale next year. I am not sure why this showed up on my wall, I assume it is either based on some of the weird shit that I like or … Continue reading Realistic Sex Robots and How They Impact You!
“A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.” —Jack London
As I began to gather my stuff back in my bag, the little dachshund appeared out of nowhere as if he was defending his castle. Teeth drawn, slobber spitting with every bark, he was telling the old black lab to get out of his area of operations.
I GOT PAID! AAAAND it’s gone.
I doubt anyone from Tuscumbia, Missouri reads Chop's Guide but I have a friend who not only works at Dispatch with me, she has also been working at the T-Town Deli. She cooks for us in dispatch all the time and it is always good so imagine what she can to with an actual facility. She brought me an Enchilada the other day and it was pretty fantastic... would be great if I could sweet talking her into delivering me foodstuffs every day I am in Dispatch. Hint, Hint, Crystal.
I Loathe Being a Picky Bastard
We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.
Chop's Guide to the Galaxy 