I just about spit coffee out my nose when I saw this meme.
Which one will last longer? My carcass or an unopened Twinkie?
It is fabled that Twinkies will last over thirty years if unwrapped, but the official word from the Hostess company is that they only have a shelf life of 45 days. I may only have a shelf life of 45 days. Who knows?
Jerry has a thing for Twinkies right now, which is good because at least there is something he will eat. I’ve never seen anyone as picky about food in my life. I shouldn’t lose my patience so easily with him because I know he is dealing with chronic pain and illness, but sometimes he can really get on my last nerve. I don’t play well with others to begin with, so I have to cut him some slack. It helps if I get a bit of ivory tower time so I can recharge and don’t have to be constantly on guard. That’s my particular weakness- I can only deal with the rest of humanity in very small doses. Age and time is not improving that peculiarity of mine at all. If anything I need more time alone to simply stay sane, and that is a disturbing trend.
I don’t know it all. But shutting up is usually a default for me. I’m really good at the silent treatment.
Jerry went to the campground and won’t be back until tomorrow. So I am enjoying a little secret pleasure of blasting some Metallica (which he can’t stand.) Normally I am not a hard core metal head- but I have my moments. I’ll probably switch back to some Journey or some of Neal Schon’s solo stuff in awhile to mellow out. But for now, I am having some fun with James Hetfield asking the question, “Am I Evil?” Yes. Humanity is evil. There you go.
James Hetfield can actually sing rather than scream.
Smokin’ the Reefer…
I think weed should not only be legal, they should just hand it out randomly. Pass it around like the junk mail circulars one gets in the mail every day. Why? Do potheads go out and commit random crime? Hell no. They get mellow, call the pizza dude, eat everything in the fridge and then blissfully pass out. Nice and mellow and thank God, quiet. Potheads aren’t out there doing violent crime. They’re on the couch, laughing their ass off to whatever History Channel documentary (the all- Hitler-all-the-time-network, I think sometimes) or whatever Monty Python flick they can find on Netflix. Until they pass out at about 8 or 9 pm. That’s my kind of partier.
I can’t wait for the state of Ohio to get with the 21st century and legalize pot. I don’t care for pot at all- it makes me tired and hungry and depressed. I’ve not bothered with pot since I was in college back in the 80s. I have a hard enough time staying awake without smoking something that puts me to sleep. I never enjoyed the pot buzz, but I can clearly see the advantages of smoking pot for people like Jerry who are both hyper and deal with chronic pain. It could even help with him chronically being an asshole late at night. Smoking a nice big bowl of ganga might be enough for him to settle down and shut up and pass out early so I can get some sleep. I don’t do late nights worth a shit, and I’m really tired of getting woke up at all hours of the night listening to him whine and bitch- and play Eminem.
So Jerry can get high, pass out early and I can get some mother effing sleep!