Uncle 6 🌁

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“as any conversation in the Bay Area continues, the probability of the topic turning to real estate approaches 1”

Perfectly good white boy since 1972. Birmingham-born naturalized Californian, 25 year IT noncom, Jedi oblate, scalawag, craic addict, ⚓️⬇️, permanently embarrassed millionaire, probably too old for this nonsense. I’m a cracker, but I like to think I’m a Ritz. Enspoused to @ms_eight 💙💛🖤
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My late mother in law hated the squirrels constantly eating out of her bird feeder. HATED them. We live in her old house now. On Saturday one of those SOBs was SWINGING on the feeder like he owned the place. So I grabbed a Nerf Rival with one foam bullet, slipped around the side yard, point, deep breath, squeeze - POW. Caught that squirrel SQUARE in the ass. It tumbled to the ground and ran like the fires of Hell were licking its tail. Hasn’t been back since.

Marge, wherever you are,

Don’t mind me, I’m off to do a clop-by on some fools, WHIG LIFE
This seems like a significant pitch for a new-old app, eschewing everything that’s driven the industry since 2011
Today on #blessed: the shorty cheesesteak and fries from Amato’s in Saratoga, CA. They’re all hardcore Eagles from Mt Ephraim NJ, but don’t let that bother you: if you are outside the broadcast radius of WIP this is the best steak going.
This one is for all the Saltine-Americans caterwauling about “woke critical race theory” - it’s the book my parents in Alabama gave me at age 5. In 1977. In case anyone still thinks there isn’t an ongoing deliberate effort to drag us all backwards.
Tis the season
The performance reminded me that 38 years ago, I wrote the 7th grade play “The Elves Go On Strike” and cast myself as the Chief Elf and shop steward. In case it wasn’t obvious, I have always identified as a pain in the ass.

Dignity. Always dignity. #DatAss2022

(description: a sad sack 50 year old basic white dude in a mask, flimsy gown and medical telemetry devices throwing up the VU hand sign before a doctor heads up the thermal exhaust port looking for the real killers)

It occurs to me I did not post my Halloween getup, which is a load-bearing pun on my alma mater and my longest-lived fandom.