Muggsy Pogues
@circusmaximus.bsky.social
UGA grad. If you spent any time at Uptown Lounge in the early 90’s, I probably spilled a drink on you. Expect typos, early and often. If I call you Bubba, it’s pure endearment.
It’s so perfect that these dipshits are convening at a Trump course to pick over the carcass that is LIV Golf.
I’d like to think this vanity plate reads “Tempe Strong”, but it’s not like we needed a plate to confirm that.
Arrived here a few weeks after the grand opening and it was only a matter of weeks until many of us were dumped into this gem of a list. Also, search “not a sports app”. JFC these dorks (complimentary, maybe) just can’t let this place be a place. That’s not a bank.
Scoiattolo@scoiattolo.mountainherder.xyz · 2d agoGood lord I wish some of you could read on this text based social media website.
Niche skeet: “Alvin, gotta ask, is Michael Rooker going to be part of the Days of Thunder sequel?” “I can’t confirm or deny that”, he said, with a wink and a smile.
Having birthday dinner at my favorite sushi joint, head chef Alvin lays down a monster: “You moving to the 55 and up community now?”
A tale of two kids. Conversation with Micro: “How was your day?” FINE, walks off. A conversation with Macro: “How was your day?” 47 minutes of narration, a non-stop retelling of her 8AM to 10:30PM experience, all the details, all the drama, all the miscellany. WHERE IS THE MIDDLE I BEG FOR IT
Logging on for Friday beers after a little turf maintenance.
Bryan Horowitz Product Manager, Google Earth If you are reading this, get rid of that Google Earth AI bullshit.
Not Dead! How much more proof of success do you need? //quarterly sighting//
My kid is in that phase of life where everything is “LITERALLY”
Freshman kid’s AP Human Geography teacher has some cool wall art.
Tiny snake is tiny (DeKay’s Brownsnake, one of the good guys)
Just going to pretend there are some Hobbitses living here in my front yard.
This might save your teeth but rest assured, big dental will *not* allow it to save your bank account.
Nothing better than caulking a tiny little hole that all the sugar ants marched through, then watching them lose their minds when the trail is interrupted and they can’t get back out with my goods. This is likely maximum sadist for me.
