Can people be more stupid? All these type Amen things. The latest is a check for $2,00,000 if you type Amen. Almost a million responses to this crap. I mean, after you typed Amen 7,534 times and literally fuck all happened, how do you not get this and just keep doing it. It's like a person that keeps touching an electric fence thinking one of these times it will feel good. It's the same mentality of the people who think they are going to get Microsoft office for the rest of their life, complete with the 1TB of could storage for $29.95 and then give a credit card number to some random scammer on Facebook. There is a reason that half the things you see on there are scam advertisements. It never ceases to amaze me that people I thought where intelligent fall for scams on the internet. I'm not talking about chatting with someone who is super smooth that will end up ripping you off after 2 months of chats, and gaining your trust. I'm talking about oh that sounds like a great
It was sunny when I woke up and I actually had a good sleep for a change. Because of this, I am in a great mood today. Well, I'd like my refund to show up on my credit card like now so I can go get a couple of things I need and want, but it's still a great day. Even went outside for a while. I had some coffee as you can see below - my Moka pot on the stove and my favorite coffee cup. Also you can see I got the "stress toys" out again and they are on the fridge once more. I'm kind of sure no one actually noticed them, I've never seen anyone look anyway. If they don't have a gander at the large stuffed toy cay (Pusheen) with a cowboy hat one, they are not going to notice these. They seem to be kind of tacky now, I think they are degrading or something. They where never sticky before. I'm also doing next years tag videos for my tag channel . This is two months worth being transferred to a folder on my PC so I can mass upload them after I rename the files.
This was my favorite thing in the world for some time. A rooster on wheels. The entire family not too long after I was adopted. I was adopted at age 11 months. The book shelf is my earliest memory. I would climb into the bottom shelf and take a nap. My brother and I on the swing set. The dude across the lane was drunk one night and went threw our fence and destroyed the swings. Second birthday. I have no memory of the xylophone. I have no idea who is in the chair, all I know is it was not Mom, Dad or my Brother. My cowboy outfit and my spring horse. I was not supposed to climb the fence, but often did to see "coin" the dog on the other side. I called him "hoin". Judge Pope lived next door and it was his dog. I have a vague recollection of the judge. This is Casey and Myself. That dog was dumb as a post. He did not end up living long, he would bolt out of the yard if the gate was open. He got hit by a car 3 times. The third time was it for him, he died. I'm 75% s