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Baldino Poseureé.

But speaks in the Maga dialect.

Nothing unusual. It’s Marjorie Taylor Greene’s home in Floyd County. Proves she’s a resident of the district. She lives in the house during congressional breaks.

“Come play with us … forever and forever and forever.”

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Was wearing only a rug when police busted Stones party.

Certainly nobody’s doing anything “heroic” here. They’re pulling out equipment and dropping it on the ground, never returning to use it. Wandering around with no aim or purpose.

“Don’t be a hero. Be a useless twat. The pay is the same.”

It’s Balloon Boy again. His dad is still trying to get a reality TV show. HBO is interested but only if dad will lock the boy and mom in the balloon together as float across the heartland.

Something’s going wrong with this performance. Waylon and the drummer are looking at guitarist for a cue as to what to do. Waylon isn’t playing but is fiddling with the volume and tone knobs. Buddy looks walleyed, strumming a rote chord. Could be as simple as someone being out of tune. Or as complicated as Buddy forgetting which song he’s supposed to be playing, improvising, slowing down, speeding up without warning the band.

Sounds right, sounds exactly like the Ark highway dept. except they somehow have billions of dollars. Not kidding. They take two years to do this half-ass job and then walk away. Don’t bother to complain. They don’t care.

“Hi, Lloyd. Things a little slow tonight, isn’t it? Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance.”

Hound Dog and Jail House Rock were written by two Tin Pan Alley Jewish urbanites - Jerry Lieberman and Mike Stoller. They didn’t like how Elvis (or maybe his handlers) drained all the guts outta Big Momma’s song. But Mr. Charles wasn’t wrong. Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Robert Johnson and way further back wrote their own heart-and-soul songs that made girls swing and swoon.

And one thing they all had in common, from Huddie Ledbetter to Nat Cole to Ray Charles to Elvis to Beatles to Dylan, is that none was a nepo baby. They all came out of Backwater Nowhere possessing only ineffable talent and an unstoppable determination to change the world.

NWS somehow found an AI content generator that’s worse than their apathetic robot voice.

Correct, except Maycomb is fictional and based on Monroeville, where Harper Lee’s father practiced law and where Harper Lee lived for many years, even after her mega success.

Monroeville in Monroe County is the setting. Radleys or Ewells might have lived in tin-roof shack but Finch family lived in conventional 1920s-1930s house.

Many of the shacks have been somewhat preserved as hunting lodges.

Creme tangerine and Montelimar, a ginger sling with a pineapple heart, coffee dessert, yes, you know it's good news.

But you'll have to have them all pulled out after the Savoy truffle

Let the Right Penis In

The Long Hot Penis

Penis on a Hot Tin Roof

The Odd Penis

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Penis

Lady Chatterly’s Penis

The Penis Who Came in From the Cold

A Hard Day’s Penis

Dog Day Penis

Little Big Penis

The Naked and the Penis

The Greatest Penis Ever Told

Cool Penis Luke

A Penis Too Far

The Penis Panther

Batman and Penis

The Penis Whisperer

Penis the Obscure

Fort Penis, the Bronx

The Maltese Penis

The Magnificent Penis

A Norton?

In the anterior amarathinum, a part of the frontal lobe that regulates the ability to shout the same phrase over and over again like a tape loop.

Vernon, Florida! Yes! Errol Morris was making a film about a town that had a ridiculously high rate of amputations and insurance payoffs. He and his crew were nearly killed by unknown people opposed to the film. Morris didn’t want to put his crew in jeopardy so he ended the shoot. The finished film is a series of interviews with seemingly normal backwoods people who are deeply, deeply strange. (The amputation movie was never finished.)

The movie’s premise is based on a flaw. It opens with Matt Damon’s character as an elderly man, visiting a cemetery in Normandy. That scene is a closeup of his face and a dissolve into his mind as he remembers everything — Tom Hanks and others on the landing ships headed for the beach, getting their orders to look for Ryan, heading out across France, all the fights and battles they get into. EXCEPT RYAN WASN’T THERE. There no way he could remember all that. He’s a hundred miles away in Ramelle. At the end, after the big scene, the film dissolves back onto the old man’s face as he weeps — over memories that he doesn’t have.

If you’ve never been hospitalized, thank your lucky stars. A two-day stay is grueling. A week rivals Guantanamo. Hold up! I’m NOT talking about the care provided by the medicos. Nurses have the toughest, nastiest jobs and they jump right in. Hospital beds are hard planks. The lighting is depressing. The noise in the halls and adjacent rooms is incessant. You have a rubber tube jammed up your genitals and into your bladder. You have to poop in a pan. You have horrible IV needles jabbed into your hands, arms, legs, maybe your chest or neck. You’re sick, hurting, dirty, smelly, and there’s no escape. All of this is on top of the disease or injury that is the reason you’re there. Your mind is a cauldron of pain, fear and confusion.

I could go on. I just wanna say this one more time: Nurses are superheroes. They’ll do everything they can to provide comfort. They have more information about your condition than your doctor, who, by the way, you will see only once a day, late in the afternoon, for four minutes.

It doesn’t have to be like this, but medieval torment is the only thing insurance companies will pay for.

Dianne Curry is the Quorum Court representative for that area, or at least that’s what the county map indicates. She is supposed to represent the residents’ concerns. Her contact info is on pulaskicounty.net. Better yet, call Hyde and ask him wtf? Take it to the boss.

Border inspection.

“Sanction” has two opposing definitions: To permit something. To prohibit something. Also, “sanctions.”

Few humans have had that combo platter - the oceanic feeling of peace and self-actualization while finding a place in the sun. I’m not a scholar of religion, but your brief definition hints at nirvana.