RDCanecutter

TIL that you can use a smart phone to power a car.

You said if I let you watch you'd be quiet.

But maybe I like the 10" dildos?

Because Chuck Hand is not a mere man. Chuck Hand is the very Spirit of the Soil made manifest. Different corner of the state from MTG. Closer to Florida Panhandle in some ways. Be funny to see what kind of Bubba-on-Bubba squabbles they can get up to. Maybe he'll wear that hat in Congress.

Extra pot for her to smoke. (sure it could be turned into money but cmon maaaan) Spanish-speaking White Boy in Mexico (money may be assumed, but living in the moment, it can be ignored) Band member, no not the fucking marching band Something granola-y like rock-climbing or hiking the Camino de Santiago Doing anything interesting that her well-paid Dad/Husband/Fiance does not do Listening to her when she talks (older) Get a big-ass motorcycle and promptly install an ex-stripper bartendress on the rear. Many and varied are the ways of the Hobosexual

Prolly only got in a wreck because he decided to check TikTok.

No major news to report. No longer feeling any effects from the (hopefully fried) brain tumor. Doc put me back on Keytruda to fuck with any lurking baby brain tumors, and switched my old friend Inlyta for a new-fangled, rather stout dose of Lenvima, which is what she's giving all the cool kids of today. The main thing I notice about Lenvima is that it comes horribly over-packaged, like, a small shoebox container for what would fit in a pill bottle. Maybe it's explosive when packed tighter. What's not explosive are the poops. Good old Inlyta would give me predictable blasts of beef stroganoff shits at 3am, and I'd just skip it for a day to make them stop for a public event. Lenvima blocks me up for several days, then it's half a morning of extruding rather impressive 10" dildos. Prison now holds less fear. There is a brain-fog, and various small side-effects, all better than "let's not treat the cancer" in my book. Physically I am still able to heave heavy shit around at shows, it's concentrating on routine stuff that is hit or miss. Gonna go listen to industrial music (get an MRI) tomorrow then talk to the Zap Doctor. I love recon.

I wasn't aware we'd met. Thoroughly enjoyed my flip-flop grad school life of boinking my mid-20s girlfriend, coasting on a bike to breakfast, sitting in class and thinking a couple of Deep Thoughts, grabbing spring rolls by the fountain, strumming guitar by fire pit with beers and hammocks, then reboinking mid-20s girlfriend. And if you came into a few hundred $ extra you were a Rockefeller. It was kind of like a retirement community without having to wear diapers.

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Get her drunk and see what she says.

I look up Keep-Britain-British Farage's family name, and the Google said it was from Luxembourg. Not even a proper French name from the Normans or Angevins who'd fit right in, nor some mumbling Dane from the Danelaw. Luxembourg. Nice enough place I'm sure, but any waiter from Mallorca would know more about being British and you don't see any of them running for office, no, no you don't do you.

Thing is, there's no shortage of homes if you include the places people don't want to live. Houses, fixer-uppers, granted, are sitting empty in swaths of the country. How to make people want to move back to Buffalo Dick or Malaria Bayou? Well the French Foreign Legion sends bordellos when their men have to go someplace shitty.

This is how you decide who gets to clean out the sump pump.

Well the whole thing is by default a Fuck Hut, so I guess all the tents are Sexy Regular. Still gotta bulk up the plumbing.

Yeah 5 Guys is a tad high, but you can get handfuls of peanuts and sweep the shells and dust all around you to create a protective cloud that make all those special-ass young families avoid you.

"The A-10 training accident that turned a simple flyover into a slaughter worthy of a mad god's vengeance leaves Florida Air National Guard officials, flummoxed, boondoggled, and re-flummoxed."

She really has no choice. According to the rules of the curse, the minute she stops rapping a wolf-man monobrow thicker than a container ship dragging nets full of fleece jackets springs back into being on her forehead.

I wonder how many tents would fit inside a corporate-owned rental house. You'd need to bulk up the plumbing.

The Azucarbakerwitz family is funny when the laugh track kicks in. MAAAAAAAAA! Where's my plate MAAAAAAAA!

I can't decide if she should be on the cast of yet another 1970s sitcom where some vaguely ethnic family sits mashed inside a tiny Northeastern kitchen all yelling at the same time, or some 1980s production set in Atlanta where the plot revolves around elaborate semi-Southern catchphrases well sling my honeygrits y'all and tell me it's slap a pickle on a hog-toad! Either way, it'd be horrible.

Does not compute. Our enemies and General Patton are on record that Aggy in the linchpin of our defense, ergo by going to A&M the young man was serving even more under President Obama than some pointy-headed Air Force pseudo-intellectual officer without sense enough to park his electric scooter. I think you misjudged his love for Obama, and should explain that to his father.

If she is working at A&M she is no doubt miserable and looking for any chance to chew her own leg off and escape the trap. If she can goad Aggy into goobering up and firing her without cause (assuming she's tenured), maybe she can get some of that Jimbo money on the way out.

Russia. Hmm. That's gotta hurt.

In their defense, if I were paid money to sit at a mic and spew shit, I'd be a shit-spewin motherfucker too. btw they left out the Knights Templar.

With a ship at full sail I'd expect to see the spanker sail unfurled as well. But it's been several centuries since I was last a-sea. If you know the reason for it being furled, I'd appreciate the education.