Tweezers. That's a thing — I know. But what's a tweeze, and when did it get to be fun? Is it fun?
TSA: Terror State Airlines. Fly us and you'll see.
Tub of meat. Tuna tuba. Roasted toast. Spam of lamb. These are a few of my famorous fings. (Mostly greasy.)
Trouble in Paradise brand motion sickness bags. Useful in case of a trombone attack.
Tom recently became a monkey. Probably a good move. Accounting will take you only so far.
This could be the start of something amorphous.
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Me? Just blew my nose. Anyone else do this?
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
