I hate running. Mostly. For about 10 years, ever since I did my first 5k (out of about 10 or 12 total), I’ve always had this mental barrier of 22:00 — from around age 27 until now (39), whether I was a lean 185# or a mediocre 205# (now), I could never get better than about 22:30.
Sublime: Lincoln Highway Dub
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Everybody’s working for the weekend.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Beware the St. Ides of March unless you want a killer headache.
I just read the news this morning — A Brief History of Time was the first complex book I ever read as a kid (I was about 9 or 10).
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Saaavveeed by Zeeerrrrooooo.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Terrible freestyle rap edition.
By former Coca Cola CEO Bryan Dyson
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Forget Greenwich, this morning was the real Mean Time.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! I’ve got Liberia’s deficit in my skyrocket.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! You can tell I’m a jazz man from my scat.
As part of the ongoing #oppotakeover, I propose we post all the memorable songs from our formative years that might have otherwise been missed by people just a few years older or younger.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Which will it be: sympathy or apathy? Which part of the human condition will I believe?
I just got an alert that my dad (age 69) was doing 134mph and engaged in fast acceleration and hard braking.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! It’s just like The Morning Shift, but ironically with fewer obvious expletives in the subhead.
My daughter, as three consecutive cars turned left on red, directly in our path and she saw my frustration.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Happy Monday, Oppo.
Welcome to The Afternoon Dump! It’s just like the Morning Sh*t, but it shows up a little later and is hopefully a lot more solid.
School fundraisers are usually boring. Take some orders for wrapping paper, collect a check, deliver the goods a month later.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Is it Volkswagen Quantum Leap year yet? Because I really want to scare the hell out of Scott Bakula in a mid-80s crapwagon.