I am writing this blog for TL because he is not feeling well. We went to the beach and the whole way there and back, TVB and TL had these intense conversations about the origins of the word “right,” and why we use the word “right” for the word “correct” and why we don’t use the world “left” for the word “incorrect” and what it all really means. They sounded like two hippies tripping on LSD. It went on, and on, and on… I told them that they sound like two cranky beeatches. Now both of them are lying on the couch whining about all their hurting alignments and how old age is not fun, and I should just wait and see. So I decided that when they are really old and get even crankier to cheer them up, I will hire them naked girls to do gymnastics and flips in our back yard. After much negotiation we went to the beach, where TL had a riba rage, and kicked some ladies dog. As one can imagine, she went ballistic, upon which, he proceeded to call her, a “crazy bitch”. We had to run to the car and drive home fast, before she pepper sprayed us. On our fast way out of the beach, we saw a coyote, so we stopped the car to take a photo. TL rolled down his window and the coyote was licking his lips trying to jump up at TL. It put poor TL further over the edge, so now he has been sleeping for hours and is unable to move due to all the traumatic events of the day and it is not over yet…
