Some of y'all didn't read Animal Farm as a kid, and it's showing.

What kind of cheap date do you think I am.

Now I'm not getting you nuthin'.

The number of students that believe they can change the essay requirements for their assignments is way too high this semester.

It's making me a bit grumpy.

Here's a dumb little thing.

It's a staking set for repairing watches.

I don't repair watches, but it was 7 bucks.

I drew up a base for it and cut it out on my CNC router.
The original plan was curvier, but it was going to take 3 hours to cut.

New decoration for the office once finished.

"And if I'll never be free
You'll live in hell with me"

Pencils and guitar picks.

somewhere there is an alternate universe where people are just like, "where the fuck do all these things come from?"

I wonder how many pencils I have lost in my lifetime. It has to be millions by now.

Like, where do they all go?

It's damn telling how fast corporate America quit diversity.

Seems like those marginalized people who've been telling us about racism, sexism, bigotry, bias, and exclusion might have been right all along.

Thank you for speaking truth to power through love, Rev Mariann Edgar Budde. The kind, just people of this world see you and appreciate you.

Picture is from summer. It's too cold to even open he barn door today.

Winter tires?

We just call 'em snow days around here.

I never wanted to go into town in the first place.

Stupid weather.
Too damn cold to work on the car.

Plus, it's a cheat.

Like, I did that. I earned that. Where's my fuckin' scar?

Puny ass fine line scar that can only be seen when I roll my arm a certain way. That thing was cut completely fucking open, and I want my scar.

Dirty barn, dirty mind.

My barn is a wreck. Just car parts and motorcycles all over the place. It's like an old man's hot rod and bike fantasy just threw up in there.

Hell in a handbasket.

It was a nice basket though.

Character.

Sure as God's got sandals, you gotta have a look at Letterkenny.