i did watch most of the first round of the NFL Draft last night. i'll probably watch most of the draft tonight as well. i'm hoping the New Orleans Saints get some guys that can fill some holes.
the New York Yankees pissed away a 4-0 lead last night and lost to the Angels, 11-5. they start a series tonight at the San Francisco Giants.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
here are your highlights from the NBA playoffs last night:
you can find the link to episode 235 of Notsam Wrestling by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2019/4/25/notsam-wrestling-235-pat-buck-goes-to-alaska
The Big Bang Theory was excellent last night.
Young Sheldon was really good last night, although i didn't get to see the last couple minutes of it.
the series finale of Gotham was fucking great last night.
Better Things was really funny last night.
here are your videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, Real Time with Bill Maher and Wyatt Cenac's Problem Areas.
i'll be flipping between playoff hockey, playoff basketball, baseball and the NFL Draft tonight.
the grocery store was fucking crowded as hell today. of course, the pharmacy didn't have everything ready that i called in. i wasn't in the mood to fucking wait, as i saw how fucking long they were taking with everything. i did manage to get everything on the list and keep it under $100.
of course, i'm not a big fan of eating lunch at 4:30 in the afternoon.
the guy for the windows was here at 9 this morning. i woke up at 8:55. joy. he did see exactly what mom was talking about with the windows. he insulated the spots better and didn't charge mom a thing for it. she was happy about that.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i'll shoot for the morning and then hope i get it done before the Yankees play in the afternoon.
i hope everyone has a great weekend.
A veces la muerte es la Ășnica respuesta necesaria.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Tyler Childers - If Whiskey Could Talk
The Band - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Charles Bradley - Lonely as You Are
Prince - Purple Rain
"Writers, particularly poets, always feel exiled in some way - people who don't exactly feel at home, so they try to find a home in language." - Natasha Trethewey
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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