It takes data?

I’m torn.

Years ago.

He said he feels “badly”? badLY? Fat Chance .

James Brown “Funky Christmas”. The only x-mas music for me.

Ex-Pres. Richard M Nixon. Dearly departed 32 years, 5 months and 11 days. Funeral Officiated By Rev. Billy Graham 4/27/94. Should have passed over at that time. Statute of limitations on Nixon’s crime(s) rendered moot when pardoned by President Gerald Ford on Sept. 8, 1974. There is no reason to re-investigate his crime(s), conviction or pardon. He and everything related to that which should be rendered to God and that which should be rendered to Caesar are kapoot.

a source of never-ending amazement.

DST is a pain. All that aside, is it legal to list a phone number other than your own for all to see?

I’m too lazy to read. Was there a “what now” listed?

Not mine, but another’s. She stating in her Foghorn Leghorn voice “I want to say “I can’t hear you over your hair. It’s too bright!!” to her”. As I round the corner in my short Spiked Blazing Orange hair. How embarrassing for someone.

Good one!

Some communities and parishes in the St Louis , MO area still recognize a 17th century French Catholic decision that, as aquatic animals, Beaver fall inside the dispensation that “fish” is acceptable for consumption on Fridays. Soooo, no matter its appearance, it is kinda fish?

Bull Fries.

Nah. Trump’s stumblin’ around pissed for some reason he can’t rightly recall and Melania is MFing him under her breath. Haven’t you ever detested your husband so much you just wanted to SCREAM?

It’s got trump stank all over it, perhaps?

It’s not what he says, it’s what he does.

Brain chemistry and resistance to medication.

Wasn’t there a document created that stands in place of a procedure outlined on an old sheet of something that, i think starts with ve or pa, that lets someone look at everything moved around by charged particles within the 50 units of a certain global identifying unit? it is identified by two vowels.

Not trans here, Mentally ill, so know a little of your frustration when given “advice” for what you should have, should do, blah, blah, blah. I’ve been told to “just be happy”. Asked “why are you depressed?”. Told “Don’t worry, you’ll get over it soon. I always do.”. Nobody knows exactly what goes on in anybody else’s mind. People with diagnoses like mine have an idea of what’s going on in my head (somebody should), but never exactly. Noone should offer me advice, share my diagnoses/what I’ve shared with them or judge me at all for what I am. Likewise I should provide everyone the same respect.

If your environment is totally things that sucketh bigly, your noggin becomes Yugely scrambled and the mind therein disturb-ed. A disturb-ed mind is a depress-ed mind. Hie thee to one who may prescribe and partake of their services. It shall be a balm to a disturb-ed noggin.