Not to mention cabbages.

For the don’t-anger-the-sky-daddy religions, roughly the same as having a crazy aunt who gives 10% of her shit to a psychic or Trump. I haven’t experienced the be-one-with-the-universe religions being as exploitative, but I guess those wack Theravadan Wats don’t pay for themselves.

The buyer is a comedian. His bid was 4-BOOBS.

I’ve been alternating between green & lemongrass+ginseng for a couple of months.

As is Pennsyltucky’s “Y’inz.”

As a pentagenarian, I don’t love the fact that my shit stinks, but I’ve come to terms with it, and don’t expect it to change anytime soon. Same with racism in the South.

I’ve seen some Scottish and Irish comedians who lean into that ‘r’ like they’re trying to kick a potato to Portugal.