I don’t know how many times I use that word, but it’s a lot. And I almost always use profanity at the end. Them damn who ever it is I’m railing on.

I’m pretty addicted to politics, so it’s usually Them damn democrats. Sometimes I wonder if them damn democrats ever do that to me.

It’s not always politics though. Sometimes it’s Walmart. Them crafty SOB’S have me doing everything except unloading the trucks. Don’t even get me started about them at that penny pinching heartless company that are dumping all their greeters to cut down on overhead. What ever happened to giving back to the community? I guess I can put my own smiley face on now, them heartless pricks.

Sometimes it’s sports officiating. These are the worst of them, and one four letter word is rarely enough compensation for my extreme mental anguish. I’m not sure if sitting in my recliner, with beer cans strown around is supposed to give me an adrenaline rush, but more than once I’ve damaged my hand on the coffee table because them damn blind *** ***** cost my team a vital win. Sometimes I wonder if they are just that bad at their job, or if something more sinister is up with them.

There are some them’s that I heap praises on though, and I usually add guys, or folks, at the end of them. Like them guys that made oreos, or bourbon, or girl scout cookies, or cheetos. Them guys nailed it. Them guys should be in the Them Guy’s Hall of Fame.

One more them I love is the University of Kentucky Wildcats. Sometimes I wonder if some of them damn democrats love them too. I doubt it. Them guys probably love Duke.

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