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In which I say “bullshit” a lot, quit the NFL, unfollow the Steelers, and piss off all of Pens Twitter.

You know, you turn 40 and you just do not have time for anyone’s bullshit anymore. Life is flying past and you realize yours is halfway over and the second you see bullshit? KABLOOEY. You throat-punch it. Destroy it. Tell it that its mother is so stupid she went to the beach to surf the internet (stolen joke, FYI.) You start to understand why the elderly will say anything they damn well please. They are nearing death and they do not have time for your bullshit. I mean, in my 30s I...
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PNC BANK. PUNCH.

This is me calling out my lifetime bank, PNC Bank, for a shady fee practice because I want you to know so you can be careful to not get hit with ridiculous charges like I was. I needed to provide to a mortgage broker  a breakdown of some recent deposit tickets to my account. So I entered PNC Bank’s online system. I clicked on the deposit ticket link for each deposit I needed to show the checks from.   It displayed for me a picture of my deposit ticket. Here’s a...
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It was MY day, bitches.

I probably shouldn’t write this post, but I honestly don’t give a shit. And that’s a weird way to start a post about my 40th birthday, but seriously, I in no way want to seem as if I am bragging (My sisters will testify that I HATE doing anything that even resembles bragging. They even have a recent example to prove it.), but I have shared almost a decade of my Pittsburgh journey with you guys, and I don’t want to withhold from you this latest, interesting leg of the...
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Alcohol in grocery stores will KILL. YOUR. CHILDREN.

Does the anti-liquor privatization lobby make you want to punch faces like it makes me want to punch faces? Then you’re in for a real treat because have you seen this commercial? Read more
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Sally Wiggin and the Pigeons

I’m sad about the Pens loss. So sad, in fact, that I ate for two straight hours after the final second ticked off the game clock. Half a jar of cookie butter. Cheese and crackers and processed meat slices. And then I eyed the cereal boxes. It wasn’t pretty. I woke up with a weird marriage of Cocoa Krispies and cracker dust in my hair. YOLO. So I’m going to ignore the loss and Bylsma’s likely departure (sob) and instead talk about pigeons. EFFING PIGEONS....
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