That's A Helluva Thing

"That's a helluva thing." That's what my late Grandma Helen used to say about anything over-the-top or off-the-wall. In short she said it a LOT to her youngest grand son. Me.

I was thinking "that's a helluva thing" tonight during my ride because I could NOT get the phrase "weapons of ass destruction" out of my mind. I first heard the term from my friend Fernando who I believe was once on a Duo team at an 18 race named W.O.A.D. (not his choice). I also believe it's also a series of porn movies (so I'm told).

Annnnnnnnnyway the reason I was thinking of the term Weapons Of Ass Destruction tonight was the fact that my high fiber diet, combined with the industrial sand paper/toilet paper my place of work provides, left me with a scorching case of cheese grater ass after tonight's ride. Why not just give us a freaking stick to use?? Do I need to start taking my own TP to work? WTF?

So, in the end (pun sort of intended) Natures Cloud® or whatever they're calling that stuff is officially on my W.O.A.D. list and has been reported to the "powers that be" at Assland Security.

Weapons of Ass Destrucion? THAT's a helluva thing! Very true grandma. Very true.

Aside from the bit of tail end discomfort the ride rocked tonight. Trails were aces, the Dos Niner was spot on and the legs continued to feel pretty spanky. The ride was a short one- 13.7 Miles/1:27 ride. But it was a freaking blast.

Working me a 1/2 day tomorrow. Wifey needs to get caught up on some lawyering credits if she wants to try to get back in the law game in the future, so I'll be leaving early so as to pick the B-Man up. Might ride, but most likely I'll be tending to my .000000000000001 acres of land. I promise not to weed whack myself again.

Later.