Everyone Is Preparing Me For The Day I Get Better.

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My dog got sprayed pretty bad by a skunk and I can't get the smell off. I washed her twice with a mix of Dawn, baking soda, and Hydrogen Peroxide and again with just Dawn. What should I do?

What I wouldn't do to hear Kholby Wardell sing Noel's Lament in French.

I hate having functional weakness. I can deal with it in my arms and legs, but I absolutely hate it when it is in my jaw.

I can't talk, eat, or drink and when people talk to me, I seem rude. (Unless I'm with someone who knows about it.)

It drives me nuts.

You know what would really get people off their phones these days?

Public executions.

Alice Roosevelt would be a menace if she were a part of GenZ.

Think about it. She would be the first to be arrested in protests, get bailed out immediately and become an even bigger problem.

And she would actually be someone to bring attention to actual problems by discussing them at the White House.

I love her with all of my being and strive to be as big of a nuisance as she would want me to be.

My ass may be chronic but my pain is iconic.

Why the fuck doesn't aloof doesn't mean silly goofy little guy???

Just finished watching the first act of Hamilton in Chicago and Lafayette in Aaron Burr Sir gave an exquisite country accent.

Anarchy, anarchy, oh, AnArChY 🤠

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I'm being held together with duck tape and zip ties at this point.

You know what, I'm crashing, I'm burning. I'm falling out of the sky.