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First thing’s first; there have been a few of you who’ve subscribed to The Gonzo Wolf. Thank you. I don’t email everything I post, but I will be hitting you up at least once a day. I post everything to Threads automatically, though; it’s a WordPress thing. I hope you enjoy what you’ll see here.
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Peep this. I had the displeasure of suddenly meeting with a doctor this morning. The details are inconsequential. Trump’s Venezuela presser was on television. He/She applauded it. I stood my ground and said my piece. He/She defended his/her beliefs until he/she was red in the face (the color of his/her favorite hat), but I turned
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I’m disgusted. Sick to my stomach. Seriously hurting. As an Army veteran, a disabled one at that, I truly thought our military would be the final barrier between our president and chaos. I was wrong. Certainly the Republican party wouldn’t stop him because they’re all profiting. Certainly the Democratic party, the one in which I
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Take a journey with me…
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I’ve said it in so many days, and I’ll say it again… I hate traveling. Not the journey’s physical movement from place to place, or the exploration of new, interesting locales, but the overnights. Beds, kitchens, living areas; all places where I can’t relax when it belongs to others. I feel like I’m being watched
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For the last few months, I’ve been privy to a small dispensary that’s already dishing out the “on again, off again”, “legal” Texas cannibis. It’s shit. Genetically altered Oklahoma shake that’ll muck up your pipe as well as your lungs. Also, they’ve done something to it to make it addictive. It feels to me a
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I’m not an Air B&B fan. Random books, cheap, uncomfortable furniture, and a million rules taped all over the house so you won’t irritate the owner. I need to know more about a house before I can be comfortable. Did someone die here? What were the circumstances? Do you have nocturnal scorpion issues that would
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Dammit, weve been asking ourselves where the ducks go for decades. In 2026, all will be revealed. Demand full duck disclosure. It’ll be quacktastic.
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Dude. I love being married to a city chick. When we go out of town, we can split the driving right down the middle, and I don’t need to worry about her freaking out or locking up at the first sign of strange traffic. It gives me time to write. This is her. It’s cute.
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There’s nothing more terrifying than walking into a Texas Interstate Quik Trip with a head full of (nearly) legal tree. F**k Disneyland; that’s the closest thing to the Mos Eisley Cantina experience you can get! What’s your Resolution? Comment below; be safe.
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