We’re entering this disturbing hellscape where Donald Trump is the Antichrist. This is my review of the complete insanity coming from both the right, and the left on Trump ushering us into the the end of days! The latest DHS memo was leaked. Wait, what am I doing?...
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Damn. Shipping took a really long time
No Sleep Til Brooklyn
Weird things going on in the Empire State. No, I am not just talking about the Old Man with Candy, he should be condemned totally. Now, where’s my tin foil hat? This is my review of Scuttlebutt Brewing Sanji Japanese Style Lager: At this point the word got to you...
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Back again.
Nevermind Your P’s and Q’s
Where we again get to look at the UK with a curious sense of dread, or is it dreadful curiosity?
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I figured it out.
Eating Dogs
Because Cat Lives Matter
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Its that time of year
Not the Game for Weenies
Will Don Escape my stepping on his toes? Inquire within!
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Woo!
Toxic Emissions
Here we have an emission of gas.
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I need a longer recovery day
Ackounting of A Time Amongst Savages: The first attempt to cash in on those “Rednecks in the Mist” articles.
Hats on ladies.
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Need to plow through this one. Sorry.
Ah! Five Dollar Footlongs!
5….
5 Dollar….
5 Dollar Footlongs…..
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¡Afuera!
The Epitome of Evil
Heavy metal
Rap
Heavy metal
Rap
…Whitney Houston?
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What a morning
Orbital Kias
Why not a white pill?
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The last week before school starts.
Racing Dolls
Yes, this is one of those stream of consciousness posts I throw up when I am trying to avoid the elephant in the room.
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My kids suddenly have social lives again. So I am once again juggling work and coordinating a ride to whatever nonsense they have planned. I’d count down the 6 months to go before my oldest chauffeurs everyone around, except he backed into the space between the side...
Victory at All Costs
I am filled with nothing but blood, toil, shit, and sweat!
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The Sugarfree fest had to stop eventually.
Busted Bottles
Is this feeling of outright disgust, going to lead to me telling children to get off my lawn?