They’re not going to stop lying, these lying liars. It works for them, and that’s all that matters when you flunked Morality 101.
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
Our oldest dachshund, Mister B, turned 15 today.
Hoping for rain in this part of the country is always one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for deals.
I think in the future we’ll look back on this era of pronoun experimentation with embarrassment.
Bitch all you want about Boomers, we do try to stay up with the times.
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
Hola, amigos! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bag’s worth o’ miscellany.