Does anybody know how cops are treated in prison? I know there’s not enough of them to have their own special club fed, or is there? Do the guards treat them like royalty? Do they instantly gang up with the aryan nation? Do they get isolation for the entire term?

No.

And raccoons like booze! I was camping on the Olympic coast by myself one year, and as I was setting up camp the first night lil’ dude drank my entire box of wine. He ended up crashing around the campfire and then my tent all night. Party!

I think her talent is she talks fast?

I’m pretty sure it was one just like this. The truck was already 30 years old and geared so low you had to start in third and had an aftermarket turn signal installed! I think i was 13 or so...

Hmmmm. Usually partisan posts have at least a few Trump apologist’s hot take on this topic. I think even the Russian trollbots don’t even want a piece of this.

Yas. I had one like this. IH Scout Traveller.

That’s just bad optics.

Looks like an extra fancy xterra. Not that’s a bad thing.

Sounds like you’re describing that charger you love so much....

“For some reason, these Kent State kids are afraid of guns.” Dean Pence, 1970

Fun fact: I live on an island in Puget sound. Almost every ferry crossing the intercom clicks on and drones “ will the owner of the red BMW please turn off your car alarm.”

Moses celebrating St. Patricks day.

So, true story. When i was three (1972), I broke my arm by walking up a teeter-totter in the rain and slipping and falling against an apple tree. On the way back from the hospital, arm in cast, slightly drugged, sitting in the middle of the front bench seat in some nameless station wagon, a car cut us off. Brakes were…

To be honest, I hate read the 500 days of Kristen. For the 81 days of tump, It’s more of a dread read. Like you log in the morning with no fucking idea what shitstorm is brewing and your somehow relieved if nothing majorly fucked up happened overnight?

Well, that escalated slowly!

Why not a three legged turbo tort?

Erin go bragh! I know it’s a day late, but tortoises have a very loose concept of time. And no, he didn’t eat the shamrock. Rather shocking actually. He usually eats everything.

Right. All tortoises are turtles, but not all turtles are tortoises.

Hmmm. I think it was my dad’s beater 1954 GMC pickup. It had a hippy built plywood canopy, aftermarket turn signals, no seat-belts, and a top speed of about 2 in first gear. Hell, I started in third most of the time. And a tractor knob! Thanks for making me remember that.