I recently found out that my father was a Hologram survivor. Maybe that's why he could never stay focused enough to hold down a job.
I still smell bad. Let's blame it on the accident. Next year it will just be something else anyway.
I think I finally figured out popcorn. It has to do with the inevitable result of vegetative overexuberance and heat. Heat. Heat is important. Boom!
I think today might be Friday somewhere. That's what all the banners and parades are for, right? I sort of like the storm troopers, even if they are a little scary. Can't wait to see what 1934 brings.
I tried one of those Improbability Burgers today even though I'm not licensed for that kind of thing. Made me fart a lot. I do like that part. Still thinking about the rest.
I tried to use PayPal to pay a pal, which is when the payment system went pie-shaped and I got punched in the puss. Poop. Poop, I say. Poop on it all, my friend.
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Me? Polishing my peeper.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
