Random Rude Jokes, Sporadic Philosophy, And Deliberate Ignorameum

I tend to mind my rude jokes on Sundays. I figure it’s bad form to descend into an ignoramic state of vulgarity on a religious day. In point of fact, it’s probably bad to do it on any day. But… recent events with the family elders leave me bummed right out. Humour is a gift from God, and I try to hog as much of it as I can! As a youth I was often scolded for it. The womenfolk in my family have told me my humour is toxic as they do things that can only hurt their families and themselves. Humour? Toxic? Welp….so’s chemotherapy. Humour helps us cope and deal. It’s been a nasty past couple a days round here. Those of you that took time to write - thank you. The kind of stuff going on in my life right now are the things that men  can only properly address on a long fall night, with a campfire, whisky and cigars. It’s a pain to talk about, and a pain to listen to.

I am catching a break today, and I’m headed outside to play. I need some sunshine and time with my pups. I hope you are having a great day today, and that those of you with any class and intellect will give these rotten memes and jokes a pass. You two know who you are. Have a great Sunday.

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