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It's kind of funny:  a junkie dies in an alley in Baltimore and it's just another loser OD'ed.  But if it's your neighbor its an opioid epidemic.



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Chicken tenders are about the only thing I'll order at Maccy-Dee's.  Last couple of times they have said they were discontinuing until the 22nd, and then (on the 23rd) something "bad" happened and they didn't have any.  Me thinks they are full of it.  

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A view from the Cabin in the Woods.  I'm reminded of Patton's line in the movie, "An entire world at war and I'm left out of it!"  Paraphrasing, "An entire North snowing and I'm in Florida!"  I'm going crazy.  If there isn't a blizzard in February someone's got some explaining to do. 


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A couple weeks ago I mentioned the Seaton Wolves tile hanging in the ceiling at Beer Bellies in Emerald City.  Here is a picture of it that was sent to me by Mrs. Wombie.  Is that a Tampa Bay Buccaneer's tile?  In Emerald City?  Wasn't me! Guess they'll let anyone in.
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 Santa brought me a grill for Christmas, but, sadly, they don't have Johnsonville BratBurgers here.  Water, water everywhere...
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Listening to Nikki Haley berate most nations at the UN - which went against us by a vote of something like 128 - 6 - and I wondered, when did we become the bad guys?

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I had some time to catch up on some Netflix binging.  Saw these three and liked them.  I recommend them, maybe not highly, but high enough.  Except that Jake Gyllenhaal performance in Okja.  Man, what the hell was that all about?



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Whenever I'm down here and get pictures of snow up there, I'm reminded of one of Frasier's comments after one of his failed dates: "In my chest is a large sucking sound where once my heart dwelt."  This is from the Wombies porch.  A white Christmas.  Aww.  As God is my witness, I will escape, someday soon, this green, hot Hell.

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I wonder why lava is always molten.

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The Wombie went over to Rosewood in G-Burg before Christmas to see our family friend Dorothy and her son Lance.  She is the same age as our mother and they were best friends.

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via GIPHY



Hmmm.  There's some bad seed there, folks.



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  Oh, Happy B-Day Danny and Dave.

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Reading "Comments" sections scares me more about America than having Trump as its president.  Trumpism will end eventually, but the hate, ignorance, ultra-whatever and overzealous religio's will live forever.



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Under "I love history" is this little gem:

Politicians and public figures may well care to ponder the story of the death of Franco. Surrounded on his deathbed by his faithful generals, he heard outside, beyond the heavily drawn curtains, a strange subdued noise like the sea, and asked someone to investigate. An aide did. He looked down from the palace balcony and returned with a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes and reported: ‘Caudillo, it is the people. Thousands of them. They have come to say goodbye.’ And Franco raised himself on one elbow and barked: ‘Why? Where are they going?’

— British Airways parliamentary affairs officer Norman Lornie to Jack Aspinwall, MP, for his 2004 collection Tell Me Another!







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