If it hadn't been for our pot-smoking, coke-snort'in, kobe beef-eating, communist-inspired, on-the-job-training president, I would not have the friends I have today.
I would have walked away from Ushanka years ago and enjoyed things like liberty, selecting a health care plan from within a competitive environment, bouncing from job to job until I found something challenging, and many other independent endeavors.
I had the honor to join comrade Aaron Clarey, the Captain of Capitalism, at his 40th birthday party in Vegas this past weekend. He had friends from before his blogging days, fellow bloggers and members of the manosphere there. All fans of the Captain, aka "Cappy Caps."
The birthday boy, myself and Davis Aurini.
I'm just kidding. I don't like Obama.