I’m obviously talking about Motlëy Crüe

I don’t know if my heart is gold for all the dreams I’ve dreamt. However taking a day off at home sweet home, is good enough for me.

I thought about going downtown and stretching my legs a bit, however I don’t like going downtown. This is why I told the people at Ital Imports if some comes looking for me, they will tell your where my porch is.

If you catch in the park, well, I know the park fairly well. It’s a huge ass park. Think Central Park, not as big, but close enough for government work.

That comes from my military career, all four years of it. At times we would say “Is it good?”

“Good enough for government work.”

Duh, big red truck, comes from an old blond joke.

There’s a blond that has a fire, and calls 911, and the dispatcher answers.

Help! There’s a fire!

Ok, tell me where you are and I’ll send a team to you.

I’m in my kitchen.

No ma’am where do you live?

On the second floor.

No ma’am how do we get to your place?

Duh, big red truck.

The reason I love this joke so much, is because it’s autistic speak. Not dumb blond.

Think about the questions and think about how an autistic mind works.

If I asked my buddies adult son who has autism, I bet he would give the same answers, or close to it. Had they asked the address, then he would tell them the address.

Thankfully my buddy doesn’t have to worry about his son setting a fire, however my buddy…

For me the joke is not a joke, and it’s not funny. Autistic people have more to offer than most people know.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.