Look, there aren't any limbs on the ground for a change. So my neighbors agreed to host a large wedding in their yard. They've been at it for weeks. And the bride asked if the wedding pictures could be taken under my willow tree. I was more than happy to oblige....
The insanity that is modern day America continues, but so do…the Links!
The days are warm, the nights are cool, and the smoke is gone. Yep, it's September, the finest month of the year. Football is in full swing, garden season is winding down, and the weather is outstanding. I'm heading to the cabin in a bit to start shutting down for the...
Sure, fancy themes, bullet points, esoteric birthday references. Slick gimmicks all to get you to read the links. I mean yeah, they sometimes put in a couple of hours to make things look good for you guys. I however, rest comfortably in my underachievement....
Fall is fading.
But we’ve got Sportzball!
Thicc?
Whatever.
Time for those sweet, sweet, commie holiday links.
Spud’s triggered.
It’s happening…
I have an excuse.
A lazy Saturday afternoon.
Not this year’s garden.
I’m tired.
You know you want a big, heaping hunk of…the links!
Not gonna do it.
Howdy.
Adulting appears to be kicking Brett’s ass.
I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with...
Let your freak flag fly.
Summer has arrived.
A story of a first loser.
Coming to you live from god’s country in the manliest of time zones.
Florida tiny house.