Spud has begrudgingly returned home from the garden island of Kauai after ocean side nuptials. You know how I knew I was home, I mean, besides temps in the 30s? There wasn’t a zero on the end of every friggin’ tab I paid. And Kauai has chickens. A lot of them. I read the number is over 400,000. Pretty cool, actually.

Links?

“Queer kids need porn.” Nope, no grooming to see here, move along.

I didn’t know California had so many Libertarians.

So chocolate milk made with whole milk is miscegenated?

Not sure what I think about this.

Tradwife = violent extremist. Yeah, there’s no such thing as the deep state.

You get the government you deserve, good and hard.

Gotta keep the grift going. This thing looks like a butt plug designed in the Soviet Union.

My shocked face is at the cleaners.

I still can’t figure out what turned Tucker into a Jew hater, unless he’s been hiding it all this time.

Okay, that’s it for me. Time for a cigar under the patio heater, while I day dream about Pina Coladas and chickens. Peace out, Glibbies.

Fun fact. There’s a couple of old guys that I run into various places that play music as a fund raiser for their veterans group. The slide guitarist played slide guitar for Don Ho for 30 years.