Fucking diets. Meh. Limit carbs. Eat good fats. Exercise. You don’t need all this bullshit. I’ve been seeing this kind of shit since the 80’s. All fads.

Man you are going to have a terribly hard time finding a new job.

close comments, we’re done here

“I told by Applecare that I could walk in the store and get the part!”

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

“The shitters are getting bolder” is a phrase I never thought would pass through my mind, yet here we are.

The Bob Dylan interview in 1987 that broke my freshman heart, and every last shred of respect for him. NB, he adulates U2 three lines later in the interview. Bold mine.

The interviewer notes that Linton had to be persuaded to pose in “beautiful dresses,”

Typical of a Llama to spit in the face of victims.

Much growth. Very brave. Wow.

Wow, Leo sure likes the cargo DadShorts

Wow so brave

Not whimsical enough!

A good rule in disputes between neighbors, especially rich, privileged ones, is trust no one. There are truly horrible neighbors who impose extreme noise on others. There are also truly horrible neighbors who have eggshell-like sensitivity to every little thing (“your tree’s too tall,” “your air conditioner’s too…

His most successful tunnelling endeavour to date

Reince should txt him to say, “Congratulations, I’ll pray for your child.”

Odd religious references aside, I’m with the neighbors. I don’t want an amateur auto repair shop next to my home and if you’re honest, you probably don’t either.

While we’re still unsure of the facts

My Dad grew up in eastern Kentucky, about 80 miles up Highway 27 from Frozen Head. He ran all through high school, and even got a cross country scholarship to a school in North Carolina. Like most people from rural Kentucky, going to college 200 miles away was about 195 miles too far, so he dropped out, came back,…