I am drunkenly housing a Turkey on Sourdough, and I'm NGL, this is the Goddesses' gift to mankind. Yet we're arguing about rules...

People are sharing this again. I've talked about Uncle Bill. Vietnam Vet. King of the Trailer Park. Notorious drug-abuser. Born-again Christian (I was just happy he got sober and found grace). When my grandfather died (his sister's husband and a Korea/Vietnam vet), he showed up and hung in the back.

Evergreen.

College football is whack. Switching over to #Svengoolie on METv. Let's get weird!

I'm not going to make the boner-pun... I'm not going to make the boner-pun... I'm not...

Believe me, I don't want my posts to wind up on your Discover feed either.

Penn State isn't going to lose a football game this week, and I feel like that's a real missed opportunity.

I just like how the "Power of Friendship" won out over "Throw All of the Money at the Trophy" and the fact it is my new, favorite team (since the pandemic and playing in Buffalo) beating the brakes off of my longtime, most-hated team.

My freelance plumber charges $200/hr for afterhours-drain clogs. My freelance electrician charges $150/hr for afterhours repairs. This is double their normal rates but only 3/4 of what the companies charge (and then pay $25-30/hour to their workers).

I am becoming more convinced that whomever is calling the shots on the Caribbean bullshit has watched the Sicario movies obsessively and has convinced themselves that they're documentaries.

Bee-double-ee-double-are-you-in... Ol' Lady Peck didn't manage her intake.

How dare my wife tell me that I'm not allowed to drink beer and operate the table saw on my day off.

The grocery store is such a contradiction. On the one hand? Femboy and Fishnet Friday. On the other? Blue-hairs that navigate the aisles without any sense of self-preservation.

Hell yeah! Everyone at the cornerstore has the Fall Crud! The levels of grouchiness haven't been this high since March. We're so back!

I really can't explain the extent that having a fancy mustard has changed my life.

Not much holiday cheer going around, judging by the reaction to my Christmas sweater at the grocery store.

Thank you everyone who refrained from posting lewds during my meeting.

Kratom zombies at the cornerstore. One of *those* days. #TalesFromTheGasStation

8 days until we get all holly and jolly up in here.

Going to follow my own advice. I started to type "statistical analyses of coincidences" into the search bar and remembered that I saw TWO femboy-catgirls today, at the home-cornerstore and the work-cornerstore. If I'm going to jack off, one method is clearly superior. #TalesFromTheGasStation

It's OK guys, Platner's new tattoo isn't what "some people" 🙄, myself included, think it is. His tattoo artist just got 9 of the angles wrong when he inked it. Totally innocent mistake. You really have to pay attention to the order, after all.

I love where I work because someone will just casually tell me, "You can pretty much do whatever you want to make this work, just try not to break any laws..." and they have noooooooooo idea that they're saying that to the exactly wrong person to say that to.

I am invoking Godwin's Law: Too many Nazis in the field of play.

This is so much better than posting through it. "I walked into a second tattoo parlor and pointed to some random flash to cover my Nazi tattoo, and you're not going believe this, I know... What a coincidence, right?"

One of my favorite things about October is that the streaming services run old "ghost story" TV-shows. It's not some cockamamie "investigators trying to look frightened" garbage; but honest-to-goodness folklore around the world. That really sets the mood.

Block, mute, and move on. Skyline-hygiene is your own responsibility.

Good morning and Happy Catgirl/Femboy-Spotted-at-the-Cornerstore Day to all who celebrate! The weather is dreary, so I was happy to see such a harbinger of good fortune. #TalesFromTheGasStation

One of the things that I love about the Borderlands 4 Matchmaking Co-Op is that I'll have teenagers yell at me for not nuking bosses or mobs fast enough for their undergeared asses; switch out to another instance; and then have middle-aged dudes yelling at me for being undergeared, myself.

I've got to think of something whimsical. I can't do the absurd/cynical/whimsical Sandwich-of-Posting before going to bed without that slice of bread.

I had talked about this pretty extensively when I was on Twitter years ago, but I was a white-supremacist in high school and I was only in the military a few months when, after getting the shit beat out of me on the boat for my views, I resolved that dialectic once and for all. 1/

I love it when someone tries to post through it.

I do think it'll be funny when some millennial Congressperson shows up with a "baka gaijin" tattoo that they always thought meant something else.

I had some real bangers yesterday and I didn't even know what was to come.

Luckily there is nothing problematic about the "痴漢 " tattoo that I got when I was 18.

It's clear that the Democrats need to find another well-spoken, oyster-fisherman, ex-Marine from Maine, but one without Nazi tattoos. *Checks earpiece* Wait, I'm receiving an update... oh no.

Tapping the sign.

Good morning... Nope, nevermind.

Unrelated to what I just posted, which I actually spent a whole lot of time thinking about... I gotta find a way to quit posting "Hashtag-Resister Bait." I don't know that I do it, but Holy Fuck have I done it. And also, I hope that "my" Blue Jays push Ohtani's shit up into his poophole.

Kink and cinematography coming together to capture a cultural-zeitgeist... The French, and Parisian-French in particular, have a unique way of expressing their anxieties, as well as their proclivities; and this is as true today as it was 100 years ago. Something to read about.

I went to a cornerstore, while I was up in "North Country." The tourists weren't around and the locals were mostly poor people who lived their year-round; so very grumpy. Gothy-person of undetermined gender behind the counter. Everyone at the cornerstore was happy. #TalesFromTheCornerStore

Crazy Pete is ripping stank-ass farts and Mini-Peck is already asleep, so.... Time to sleep in someone else's bed tonight, little buddy.

It's not against the rules to do your online, OSHA-30 training while drinking beer. The cops can't even stop you.

*Checks the schedule* Watertown? Fu...............

One downside of the decline in military service in the US as a share of the population is that military conspiracies can spread despite two irrefutable facts: the military is chock full of very stupid people and/or people who don't know how to shut the fuck up.

I need to hit up the record store and find a place that still sells really bad weed. Some real Skunky-Monkey shake.

Not the topic OP discussed, but... Vets doing PTSD-therapy: whether it's CBT or CPT... this is actually how you get past Week 3 or 4, or whatever. The week that they talk about "stuck-points" and the veterans get stuck... and then they quit.

The Marine Corps shelling: I5? Lame. Target 99, you chickenshits!

'Erybody getting drunk at the Pumpkin Patch. A Sunday in Central New York tradition.

I'm going to start manifesting "James Franklin to..." until it happens.

James Franklin-discourse is great because, as a lifelong Penn State fan and an alumnus, I really want James Franklin to take your school's money, too. You want to go 10-2 and lose big games in the 4th due to inexplicable play-calling and atrocious clock-management? I want that for you, too.