Bronco Duvall

You'll get there, big timer.

That's easy! Just look for these green flags:

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... I don't know, maybe homemade erotica?

The Wendy's Spicy Nativity is especially cherished. Please do not erase our culture.

To the burgulars who performed the greatest heist in state history, please return the collection of Baby Jesus shaped chicken tenders to the Indiana Museum of Science and Natural History.

Have you tried the new varietals of Snoop Wines? There are lots to choose from.

Merlot was the Case
The Chironic
Chardin and Juice
Cabernet Sauvignoggy-Style
Rosédie
Drop It like It's Blanc
Nuthin' but a Gris Thang
The Shiraznit
Drama in the Mal.Be.C.
Lodi Moscoti

When you're a superpower, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the sovereignty.

Yes.

Obviously, save the money so you can potentially help a bigger, more important body of water. Once again, we see the figurative poison of -WOKE- is the true Menace.

A lone parasailor ambles through the air confident in the safety of the massive and perceptive predator having caught a better satisfying quarry.

Daybreak splits the horizon, suffusing the hard pack snow and ice with spectrum of keen light. A snow owl makes its way low in the sky with its kill, a forklift still twitching by reflex.

I noticed not seeing JD Vance lately and thought maybe something was wrong. But, as it turns out, this is normal.

If you give someone some phish, then they may eat in a smelly parking lot outside of a noodling concert for a day. But if you teach someone to phish, then, by the profits of identity theft, they may eat for a lifetime.

Unfadable

Probably been done before..

I like this photo for a series I call "Elven Diesel."

The spiders wish to clarify:

"THE INTERN WAS WRAPPED VOLUNTARILY AS A NETWORKING OPPORTUNITY AND EARNS COURSE CREDIT WHILE HIS HUMAN BODILY JUICES ARE CONSUMED."

It is morning in Indiana. Ope.

Somewhere afar in the Wabash Mountains, giant spiders' mandibles clatter in unison as another political intern is rolled in thick silk and strung along a cavern wall.

Trains call across the riverbank to their barge cousins. As the day breaks, the clover sparkles with the night's dusting of crystal methamphetamine.

Dave Ramsey scurries into his log - he will have to forage again when dusk comes, now he must talk in his sleep.