

This is enough internet for me today.


This is enough internet for me today.


When you retire, you go play randomly at courses & clean up on friendly wagers. That way you can stay fluid in retirement.


Some of us are. Wink wink, nudge nudge.


In the past hour, I wasted the last of my viagra on an update.


Maybe between the main course & dessert we’ll have Pope Leona? I’m not being sarcastic or snarky not a paying Catholic customer but I’d be all cool with a gender switcheroo.


Some strangeness in overlying Venn Diagrams.


If they could just go to that tiny little shack w/ the aryan bro hood flag out in Pontiac near that Livingston landfill the feds would find more skid marks than the first couple hours at Daytona .


In other “No Shit?” news, what else is happening in your neighborhood?


I’d wear it for a day & get a feel for what’s happening.
Weird thing is a lot homies that identify as pretty straightforward milk toast peeps might like it. And then it gets into weird mustache opines.


I can see that coming back to be en vogue once more.
😐


The Samurai optometrist provided a nice fitting pair of tortoiseshell frames. Poor little turtle didn’t feel a thing.


An authentic Katana sword used by a Shogun warrior for slicing pizza.


Jesus-ish existed? Just a thought. A little of this a little if that. Some of these & those. Perhaps a few of the other things and ta da. An individuals legacy can change with every generation. The fish gets bigger every time my Dad recounts the tale of the monster Largemouth Bass he caught.


Scrolled to find P’ol by Adriano Celetano. Love this song.
Tourism is Boofing in Kansas City.


Pornhub. It does it for me.


& they all stink.


Police departments should make it part of the uniform. Because when a foot pursuit ensues, they are flashing red & blue on their own heels.


A snow globe from Niagra Falls, a clothes hanger, A Buttplug, a die cast Model of The General Lee, some Tide pods, an assortment of Weeble Wobble’s, The Complete Jane Fonda Workout (large print, hardback edition), A magnifying glass, A bag of Candy Corn.
I’m gonna float a raft down to North Texas from New England. When I get there, Ima gon’ get myself an EBike, then ride around their neighborhood blasting some vintage Whitesnake tunes from a large bluetooth speaker, intermixed with an airhorn when they get to yelling.