Never took the blue pill in the first place. I worked to live only, not lived to work. Then Cancer retired me permanently at 42.

I did when I owned the cavalier. Now I am back in my homeland and my cars fall apart in a few years.

And the 1992 chev cavalier. Indestructible.

Gross story incoming…

In my 30’s I worked with people with developmental disabilities. There was a 45 year old man I worked with occasionally who had brain damage from a fever when he was a baby. He had a strange fetish for dirty diapers and could not control it at all. If he smelled or saw a dirty diaper he was getting in there and there was no stopping it. I got called by his worker one day to help get him out of a dumpster. He found a bag of dirty diapers and was like a dog on a poop pile, rolling around and smearing it everywhere. Gross.

We live in the same place. Pickled beets and overly expensive thrift stores.

When those little plastic things on the end of your shoelaces fall off.

Sail the high seas and never see an ad again. Make your time your own.

And he owned the feed store…not the chickens or the eggs.

Don’t know. Just closed up the chickens for the night. Never thought to ask them.

Ground news. Not left but ranks articles based on viewers and the Cradle has become a great source.

Gen X’er. Same here. I don’t even leave the ringer turned on on my phone. Fuck that shit. If you know me too know how to find me.

Canada as well.

Lots of sailors look for crew of varying levels when crossing with personal boats. Lots of work aboard for tall ship experiences as well. We live in a place where there are loads of sail boats on the east coast of North America and folks are looking all the time. Head to a marina and start asking around. Find sailing groups on facecrack or any social media and advertise yourself. Many will require experience but many will train you as well.

Simple french baguette, roasted ham and provolone with home made mayo and Dijon mustard.

Oh no I got to be real special. It was leiomyosarcoma. I was a paramedic for years fell down some stairs once with a patient when I was younger. Had some torn muscles and all that. Went on with life for 30 years with “a sore back” all the time. Oh well. Young and dumb right. One day I kicked a kitchen chair leg passing by. Turns out I couldn’t feel my foot…or the the other one either. Within 6 months I was paralyzed chest down. They chopped it out and I got major radiation treatments that will probably give me cancer before I die. Fun times.

Moral of the story…get your shit checked out.

The fish doorbell folks.

Hey fellow ignorer. Mine was a spinal tumor.

Clothing and textiles from natural fibres. No rubber tires as they are major shedders of micro plastics.

Or president

Mayo mixed with red curry paste