It’s snowing again. Snow is pretty when it’s falling and fresh on the ground and when you don’t have to leave the house…but old, dirty ass, brown snow, piled up in parking lots and overtaking everything you see? Not so much. Someone recently told me the best thing about living here is complaining rights. I am ready for winter to be over so I can hate the next season.
In an effort to help me through my Wednesday-Case-of-the-Mondays, a co-worker just shared this with me. How did I not know about Jim Gaffigan? So good I almost need a fresh pair of pants.
Love the Jim Gaffigan. I listen to him on Bob and Tom on 101.1 in the mornings.
I am about to say “fu Utah” for about the 10th time this winter. Complaining rights indeed.
(I know, I know. I can leave. Except for I can’t yet. So humor me.)
If I hear one more person say, “Well, but we need the moisture.” I’m going to stuff my keys up their urethra.
Jim Gaffigan is good.
I just discovered him, too.
I LOVE him.
“Warning! You just bought hot pockets! I hope you’re dunk or heading home to a trailer! You hillbilly! Enjoy the next NASCAR event.”