Black dog, orange dog… I see what you did there. Ray’s cyst.
They’re all pink on the inside.
That explains it quite well.
I’m just glad that lamont didn’t change the National bird from the Bald Eagle to a CROW, dammit!
Senor Bear, must be getting damn nice up in the piney woods about now. Another month and they’ll open up the fire roads up on the Rim so lakes can be accessed. Time for a drive up something like AZ 99, the ain’t shit highway. Don’t feed the Sasquatch.
Bodaciously nice, J Dub. Been working outside in 68deg weather. Mama raked up 75 pounds of pine needles to make it look pristine, I’ve been organizing my garage. Can’t wait for projects to stop so I can just act retired!
Kewl. Suspected as much. That whole White Mountain deal is too big for me to get my head around. Goes from the Rim itself all the way down SE to Mexico through the Gila Wilderness. Can drive for a couple hours and see maybe one car, but you know all this. Enjoy, go looking for trout when the fire roads open and don’t talk to the elk unless they talk to you first.
Or maybe a vulture.
This put me in a pensive mood there EoT. Where have the titans of journalism past gone, Woodstein, Bernfarb…
And yeah, I have had trouble recently with liberals trying to sniff my dog’s ass.
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