I just horked.

My family from Alabama used to bring an abomination to Thanksgiving consisting of canned half pears with a giant dollop of mayo topped with shredded cheddar cheese. I’ve come to understand it is a Southern thing.

Sandoval is too reasonable for a Republican (even though he fucked up with the Solar energy thing). He hasn’t been out there trying to pass whackadoodle social issue laws. I don’t see him cowtowing to the ridiculous elements of the Republican party.

Nevada did well, despite everything else.

Crossing my fingers that at least that ballot measure in my state passes.

I had to block my mother on Facebook.

Yes. Yes it is.

Oh I will.

1. When my sister was about 4 years old (she’s significantly younger than I), my mom fashioned what we called the “Pee Pot” out of a big coffee can to allow lil’ sis to use while on roadtrips. We had become sick and goddamned tired of stopping constantly. So, she would climb into the back of the Suburban, do her…

I once drunkenly stumbled into a Waffle House bathroom in the wee hours of the morning to find a couple engaging in full on butt sex.

What.

So...brown people?

Accurate.

Barstow is uptown compared to shitholes like Bombay Beach or Twentynine Palms or Lucerne Valley. Or HOLY SHIT SLAB CITY

Your students were/are fortunate.

Oh the box stall living is terrible. The “turnout” at one barn I knew of consisted of going from a dank 12x12 inside to a 12x12 pipe corral. Awful.

Horse racing gets the most flack because it is visible, televised and “historical”.

I work for a quasi-public entity with a multi-billion dollar budget. Interns are paid between $13 and $20/hour depending on field of study and year in school.

Once you really think about how gross people are, you’ll reconsider public bodies of water.

I am not a hugger. I’ll hug Mr. BSE and my sister and that’s IT.