Did I axe just said that? Shet! Why? Why? Why? Why? See that's the thing about my life: I say a lot of dumb shet. And it's not surprising that sometimes I have to pay the physical consequences...right, Richard Dreyfuss? But sometimes, I get away with it and live to experience another beautiful, sunshine day. Now, this may seem to you totally not worth your time....
But what does matter is that I'm not alone. You too can also marvel at the dumb shet I say and admire your own lives because you don't have to cope with your own word diarrhea...see things like that. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, right? Shet, I just did it again.
So for better or for worse, I decided to write this all down, maybe gain a little sympathy. Because when I'm on my death bed and I look back on my life, I can tell my great-great-great grandchildren who are sitting next to me terrified by the life support tube stuck down my throat, that, yep, I actually just said that shet.
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