The thing that I am most grateful for over the last year of my life: there has been zero malice, zero judgment or anyone in my heart.
Fr. Josh Miller
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Catholic priest. Normie poster. Here for the openest of open networks.
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Sunday Funday.
GM. Have a blessed Sunday.
GN all and on to a blessed Sunday.
Good afternoon.
I've spent the day listening to the Clash in the background. Such great stuff.
Back when I studied Neuroscience, multiple of my professors made their own nicotine pouches in-lab in like 1999/2000. Nicotine is a neurologically beneficial chemical, and all of them knew that.
But not a one of them stopped to think, "I should market this smart alternative to tobacco."
Maybe I'm just an idiot who's never owned a home, but HOAs seem pretty dumb.
Jack Daniels has a cryptid, apparently. The Wyooter Hooter of Tennessee haunts their distilling lands.
Maybe that's why the bourbon sucks. Or maybe not.
The sun rises over Brewers Nation this morning.
Shohei Ohtani is my favorite player, the best there’s ever been. But I’m sick of the Dodgers and their dynasty, so it’s good for the game to see a mid market team best them.
GM and happy Friday.
Goodnight friends. Your Spooktober goodnight is subtle but distinct.
Uhh, Tarzan, no. This isn’t how that works.
GM. Sinuses still rough, and the farmers are still taking stuff out of their fields. The two go hand-in-hand.
GN. Sweet dreams.
When you have fried food maybe once or twice in the last year… Consequences. 🤢
GN all. Tomorrow's a new day, and hope springs eternal.
The weather in Illinois is always a delight. And by "delight," I mean an absolute menace, wreaking havoc on my sinsues.
As we continue Spooktober, two things: love ya, and enjoy this weirdo image.
All you Chicago people, unite.