For all the idiots who once again believed in master scam artist Conor McGregor, I hope the 69-seconds he lasted in his “fight” finally got your belly full of that poser. Him and Jake Paul both. Good riddance. He’s not even in the ground yet, is he? But Nancy Mace is licking her chops atContinue reading “Discomfort Zone”
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Dusk
Our favorite time together. The day is exhausted and literally dying of thirst as the heat escapes the scorched earth and seeps skyward through the remaining stubborn streaks of grey. Yes, I have finally had time to cool down and really think about this. The logical thing (and I do fancy myself as a logicalContinue reading “Dusk”
