”So how are we doing today.” I asked. STEVE SMITH was shouting on camera, pointing at it directly. Still shouting. ”STEVE, I think you might be on mute.” I said. ”STEVE, you need to take yourself off mute, we can’t hear you.” Sugarfree agreed. STEVE SMITH was on mute....
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Stupid twitter embed
Shuffling the Deck
I might have been saving this one for a bit, but they decided to float it again on social media…so I must go here. This is my review of Avery Yuzilla Yuzu Fruit Ale: As many baseball fans are aware, they made a universal Designated Hitter (DH) rule a few years ago....
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!
¿martes? No… ¡miércoles por la tarde, enlaces mexicanos!
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?
Inflatable Passengers
Their egos are inflated, at least.
