Everything old is new again!
Someone called me “Grateful Dead Grampa” the other day, and that pretty much sums it up.
Everything old is new again!
A piece of creative writing presented at the WEF and baldly stating the goal of agenda 2030.
STRAP ONE ON, IT’S TIME TO JAM!
Oh god.
Mine are:
Shh.
The Saudis are our “allies.” If people keep mentioning their behavior, we’ll have to invade Iraq again.
Sell it yourself then.
Being able to be around someone in comfortable silence is a thing to treasure.
My favorite part of fishing is the intense shut-the-fuck-up camaraderie.
The occasional “Nice!”, or even a good grunty “MmHMM!” Is really all the talking you need on the creek.
What’s that? Oh shit, can they hear us? Turn it off, TURN IT OFF!
Single thoughts are complete within themselves, right?
I’d put my favorite song in everyone’s head full blast.
The middle class, during my lifetime, used to mean one income supported a family of four.
Now, even DINKs struggle.
Your username and server combo plus this comment.
I’m not looking at your account because there is no way you can live up to what just happened in my brain.
To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.
That’s it. Bread.
If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.
Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.
I might be late to the party, but what’s wrong with GOG?
Old Style and Portillo’s
It’s a point of pride for republicans to vote against the working class.
It was pretty sad.