As soon as the river drops down and starts looking like this, it will be time to start floating flies.

 

Let’s see what we can find to ruin our good mood on this fine, Spring day.

 

You wait 17 years to get your chance, and then this shit happens.

 

But you absolutely, damned well better have that mask on.

 

Musk wants to go to Mars, Branson wants to sell plane rides.

 

No one got the joke.

 

I don’t know how Mahomes thinks putting microchips in his balls will help officiating.

 

Cactus rustlers.

 

I’ve been on an old rock kick, so let’s change it up a bit.