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I’m a cat person, but I like other people’s dogs. Well, I like other people’s dogs just as long as I’m not staying the night in their home. It’s weird for both me and the dog, and I can feel that tension during the visit. The dog actually lives there, plus he or she has
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Again, it didn’t take too long for me to find writing material this morning. Fodder, to be more precise. My motto isn’t just cleaver wordplay; they’re words I live by. Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. Be honest, enjoy life, and always continue to do what they say can’t be done. Even at 8am
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The weekly recap: Up is down, red is green, Garfield was a Pokémon. All I know is that every enemy leader from Indiana Jones movies resemble classic, cliche villains. Trump’s cabinet looks like they have to introduce themselves to their neighbors and avoid school zones per the court orders. It’s not fair to the rest
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Dallas is internet famous again for all the wrong reasons! Thank you Belle for another great video.
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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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