No, I haven’t, and I’m sure you’re right. My only experience of it is the interstate through it.

Huh! That’s actually really cool and does give it a little more pizzazz.

I’ve probably posted about it here before, but I lived in more than one trailer park and once stayed the night at a friend’s trailer in a completely different trailer park. While outside, boys from the other side of the trailer park came over and started picking a fight with my friend’s side of the trailer park and then a pinecone war ensued.

I also lived in a very ghetto house that produced my fear of cockroaches. I can’t even. All kinds of stuff happened there, but most to the point, years after we moved out, there was a murder-suicide, then it got struck by lightning and mostly burned. I drove by as an adult and part of the tree in the yard had fallen on it. I guess it wasn’t all bad, maybe, if I think back. Nobody ever sees my basketball skills coming, for example.

Hang in there, friend. I can say this much: you all sure do have a lot of corn. All of the stories are true. So.

They should update it to include legislatures, private military contractors, etc… It really hasn’t kept up with the times, if I’m honest.

I lived in Utah for 6 years and loved driving through the empty parts of Utah and Colorado. Even Nevada sort of a little bit. I found it a far more stark, imposing, beautiful emptiness. Like “I could literally die if I broke down here…that’s so cool.” I remember one time driving out from SLC to Dinosaur, CO for the dispensary, and that stretch was just stunning. At one point, I had two dust devils spinning off to my right, and a rainstorm way off to my left over these lush, Shire-esque rolling green hills. I miss the west already.

Doesn’t matter, had sex.

Consider seeing a doctor?

It’s basic science.

The problem with these services is they get you in the door with these too-good-to-be-true deals, but then you’re locked into a bullshit subscription service every month. So you think you’re saving a bundle on the kidnapping, but you end up paying out the ass every month for them to KEEP the kid. Enshittification at work once again.

Unfortunately, “I drove through Nebraska twice” is the whole story. It’s impossible to capture how Twilight Zone-esque it feels. It just never ends and never changes. There’s nothing. Corn and nothing. More corn and more nothing. I was recalling how a few months back, some of my dumbass nephews were running their mouths about going to a college football game IN NEBRASKA. AS VISITORS. And stirring up shit. And that makes me laugh, because I can’t comprehend the kind of sheer numbness necessary to live in that place. It just feels like 1 out of 5 serial killers should be burly, corn-fed, bored-as-shit Nebraskans, but I don’t believe that’s the case?

Yeah, she’s obviously very business savvy/good at playing that game, but missing a few marbles in the critical thinking domain. Like one or two other people you may have heard of.

Damn.

Edit: Looks like the end cuts off?

Phew!

This sounds so nice, I want to go there right now.

Buddy, it’s perfectly normal to meticulously memorize facts about every brand and model of swing set. I wouldn’t worry about it.

Why is there a picture of Gallagher? Or is that a tortoise dick? The thumbnail is small.

Maybe be more specific, this week of all weeks.