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“Son of A Preacher Man” is a good soundtrack for life. Driving along a lonesome highway? Son of a preacher man. Eating a wheel of cheese? Son of a preacher man. Having sex with a guy named Billy Ray? Son of a motherfucking preacher man

Today I have come across a gem. One that allows me to fix up broken spreadsheets full of mislabeled knowledge. I can imagine it will be of great use to the bone people and their progeny

When a remote majesty and the potential for new discovery and danger see you as an adventure, don't just quit your job. Get itchy. Make people lost and call me. I'm a wheeler dealer sayin scat instead of shit

I generally think I’m mature and grown-up but I was going through old stuff and I did rip up every picture of a particular person who hurt me. Closure, baby.

Of course now I understand that Tutu Tuesday goes way back to the birth of humanity, but I first learned about it in my circus years as a completely ordinary custom and it's nice to see how loved it has become

Careful of spicy food when I go out, what if it's too spicy and it makes me hiccup all night and I get so frustrated that I throw up on the server and the manager yells at me and challenges me to single combat

my wife and i share a single login for the local grocery store rewards program and one huge benefit of this is that it has helped me memorize her phone number

My elderly mother is still warning me to beware of "internet hobbits" & also "all of that really creepy A-One stuff," and I corrected her the first few times on how to say it, but then I stopped when I realized I enjoy her and her way of putting things more.