The supply chain is fucked up. We keep running out of weird shit: quarts of paint, frozen fruit, coins.
When Obama was president we had all kinds of coins. They were falling out of our pockets.
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Light moves so slowly. An offending bumper sticker skitters by on the asphalt river. By the time this indignity slams your visual cortex an...
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My sister Carla is a renowned linguist and widely published researcher. She works for a car dealership megastore based in Portland. She beli...
