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Let’s kick back, walk the forests, and die like idiots. Good morning.
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Let me bring you up to speed. Over the last month, I’ve noticed that Dallas PD ISD (an agency who you’d think would want to be the most visible, for the sake of our children’s lives in our current world) have a fleet of ghost cars. From what I’ve witnessed, I can’t help but come…
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As I mentioned last week, I’ve recruited a local teenager who’s already getting academic recognition for her writing, to join us at The Gonzo Wolf. Sometimes, you just need to take a step back and view things from a different perspective. Folks, it doesn’t get any more different than thirteen-year-old-girl in 2026. I guess we’ll…
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The great Cloudosaur, who has zero professional training, but is a freaking magical culinary hobbyist, replicated a spicy Asian sauce from a mom and pop Chinese joint that’s been closed for 20 years. She never had it herself, and concocted it from my decades old description. Perfection. Now, the dish. Their house special was named…
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I don’t always have covfefe with my Skyrim, but when I do, I prefer… LavAzza Crema E Aroma Medium Roast. To be honest, I’ve started this game three times. I get impatient, I get bored, and I stop. By the time I feel like playing again, I’ve forgotten how. So… One more time… Welcome to…
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I’ve currently been doing my best to investigate portions of Dallas ISD who appear to be involved in some shenanigans. This morning, Their ISD PD ghost brigade, four official vehicles vs. one, patrol low-income neighborhoods in the name of school zones like they have no leash. If you Google their jurisdiction and possess half of…
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5 days of the planet’s ineffective Texas pest removal techniques…
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Rock music emerged from a blend of blues and folk traditions, with blues providing the rhythmic and stylistic foundation, while folk introduced deeper storytelling and social commentary. The electric fusion of these genres in the 60s propelled rock into the mainstream, defining its expressive power that continues to resonate today. How Did Blues And Folk…
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Seven years, piece by piece, I have finished my corner of the universe. Small studio, arcade cabinet, and a tiny shrine to my silly writings. Also, Captain Spaulding neon, but that was an impulse buy. Connected to a kitchen and bathroom. No reason to leave again. Ever. This is where I’ll be. Just walk by…
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I refused to leave all that money behind. I think they wanted it for other things.
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I watched a crackhead remove his tire to change his alternator. Crack; it’s what’s for dinner. Crack, the other white rock.
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Plus, it’s an art installation for the high schoolers nextdoor to autograph. Five minutes in, it already has a couple of antifa slogans. I wrote ’em; I just needed to point them all in the right direction.
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…and then conveniently locks themselves into one of twelve annual, celebratory prisons. I’m so glad there’s no such thing as middle-aged, cracker-ass, thrice divorced, genealogically confused, disabled veteran, retired, on the spectrum, men in horror month. I wouldn’t even know what to write.
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No commentary, no deaths, but a TON of close calls. Enjoy. Happy Sunday. Don’t turn on your television. That’s what they want you to do.
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As I explained yesterday: welcome to WWIII. Actually, we’ve been here for five years already; you’re just waking up. Take your time. I’m a religiously ex-communicated (I married a brown-chick once), Army veteran, hippie who hates war and religion. Mix them? Well, then you get what we have right here. We must stop listening to…
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The dog had his bone…and lost it. 325 dollars later, my pug, Ollie threw up this plastic bone that was on a Cubone Pokémon Lego figurine. Of course he loved on everyone at the emergency vet, while I pulled my hair out. Owning a supremely curious puppy is not for the weak. The culprit at…
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