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I think Marshall Mathers may have done more for expanding the vocabulary of youth than most inner city public schools.

Deciding during the 2020 ockdowns that I would become and remain steadfastly non-compliant has freed me. I never got a jab, (purebloods!) we took down caution tape and my kids played on playgrounds like kings over their own kingdom. I didn't lose 2 seconds to concern about hantavirus, and I won't be bothered with plague either. Headlines fear mongering about pathogenic psy-ops literally get nothing more than an eye roll and a head shake from me now. Stop worrying. Stay humble and stack SATs. Tell your kids you love em. Sleep restoratively. Stay blessed out there, y'all.

I appreciate when other people are aware of their surroundings and adjust so as to not be an impediment. Thank you to all who practice 360 awareness.

I'm trying to be a better Christian by suppressing the desire to send a message suggesting that the firing squad dip their rounds in bacon grease prior to loading their magazines.

I can't wait to vote in November. I'm writing in "GFY" on every line. I'm done with politics. I'm just gonna stack SATs, and lead til they crash this bitch.

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Gee Em nostr. May your coffee be hot and strong, your bacon be perfectly cooked, your commute uneventful and your Monday productive. Not today, Satan. Stay blessed, y'all.

Barbara got her Halloween costume today. My wife says she's a "candy corn."

I need the Heavenly Father to relapse to his Old Testament ways for a bit. Too many crazy ass broads out here killing kids that need to be sent straight to hell. I'm over this shit.

"Oh, ok Flaming Dragon, Fuckface, first, take a big step back, and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE!" Les Grossman is Tom Cruise's best role ever.

Block number 2 gets mined tomorrow. I can feel it.

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Sugar is the worst drug ever. And it's not close. I could run out of Zyns and go a month waiting for a sale no problem. I could run out of gummies and avoid crowds and just be cranky. I can walk past my liquor cabinet for months at time without even thinking about it. But bring some fucking nutty buddy bars or rolos into my house and they call to me like a fucking siren until I devour them.