I just can’t believe my son is soon going to have a driver’s license and be a senior in high school. Seems like just yesterday he was still young enough and cute enough that I could drop him off at a fire station with no-questions-asked to later get adopted by a loving, very naive family. I tried that today and he just looked at me and said, “WTF we doing at the fire station, bro?”
If you’re someone who thinks “scientists” and “experts” are so damn smart and know it all, then how do you explain the Artemis II crew being dumb enough to actually come back to Earth?
I bought a smartphone app for $19.95 that identifies birds by the sounds they make. So far it’s identified 47 birds. All mockingbirds. I’m getting my money back.
Pickles are pickled cucumbers. Chipotle peppers are smoked jalapeños.
First ingredient listed on a jar of pickles: Cucumbers.
First ingredient listed on a can of Chipotle peppers: Chipotle Peppers.
This lack of transparency is why I’ve lost all trust in the canned food industry. From now on, only jarred foods for me.
According to my Ancestry DNA results, I’m 12% Irish, so for St. Patrick’s Day, I left 12% of the whiskey in the bottle.
Chet Maverick is a warrior and your man for Texas. He’s shot guns while wearing camo on a ranch and also wore a suit with a red tie while walking in slow motion. And on top of all that, Trump once mentioned him in passing right off a teleprompter. If you’re tired of the woke liberal agenda trying to destroy America by providing cost-effective healthcare and equality of opportunity to everyone, then cast your vote for Chet Maverick, the MAGA warrior ready to lick the freedom right off Trump’s boots and regurgitate it directly into your mouth like a parental bald eagle of freedom. He’s also a Christian, of course. This ad paid for by who the hell knows but probably Russians or MyPillow, LLC.
