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Joanne
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If you stew cranberries like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does
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Your last saves meme is your moral philosophy
Carl Sagan: If science were easy they would call it your mom
November 18, 2025 at 4:36 AM
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IT HAS TO DO WITH ALL OF US,” said Owen Meany, when I called him that night. “SHE WAS JUST LIKE OUR WHOLE COUNTRY—NOT QUITE YOUNG ANYMORE, NOT BUT OLD EITHER; A LITTLE BREATHLESS, VERY BEAUTIFUL, MAYBE A LITTLE STUPID, MAYBE A LOT SMARTER THAN SHE SEEMED. AND SHE WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING—I THINK SHE WANTED TO BE GOOD. LOOK AT THE MEN IN HER LIFE—JOE DIMAGGIO, ARTHUR MILLER, MAYBE THE KENNEDYS. LOOK AT HOW GOOD THEY SEEM! LOOK AT HOW DESIRABLE SHE WAS! THAT’S WHAT SHE WAS: SHE WAS DESIRABLE. SHE WAS FUNNY AND SEXY—AND SHE WAS VULNERABLE, TOO. SHE WAS NEVER QUITE HAPPY, SHE WAS ALWAYS A LITTLE OVERWEIGHT. SHE WAS JUST LIKE OUR WHOLE COUNTRY,” he repeated; he was on a roll. I could hear Hester playing her guitar in the background, as if she were trying to improvise a folk song from everything she said. “AND THOSE MEN,” he said. “THOSE FAMOUS, POWERFUL MEN—DID THEY REALLY LOVE HER? AND DID THEY TAKE CARE OF HER? IF SHE WAS EVER WITH THE KENNEDYS, THEY COULDN’T HAVE LOVED HER—THEY WERE JUST USING HER, THEY WERE JUST BEING CARELESS AND TREATING THEMSELVES TO A THRILL. THAT’S WHAT POWERFUL MEN DO TO THIS COUNTRY—IT’S A BEAUITFUL, SEXY, BREATHLESS COUNTRY, AND POWERFUL MEN USE IT TO TREAT THEMSELVES TO A THRILL! THEY SAY THEY LOVE IT BUT THEY DON’T MEAN IT. THEY SAY THINGS TO MAKE THEMSELVES APPEAR GOOD—THEY MAKE THEMSELVES APPEAR MORAL. THAT”S WHAT I THOUGHT KENNEDY WAS: A MORALIST. BUT HE WAS JUST GIVING US A SNOW JOB, HE WAS JUST BEING A GOOD SEDUCER. I THOUGHT HE WAS A SAVIOR. I THOUGHT HE WANTED TO USE HIS POWER TO DO GOOD. BUT PEOPLE WILL SAY AND DO ANYTHING JUST TO GET THE POWER; THEN THEY’LL USE THE POWER JUST TO GET A THRILL. MARILYN MONROE WAS ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE BEST MAN—MAYBE SHE WANTED THE MAN WITH THE MOST INTEGRITY, MAYBE SHE WANTED THE MAN WITH THE MOST ABILITY TO DO GOOD. AND SHE WAS SEDUCED, OVER AND OVER AGAIN—SHE GOT FOOLED, SHE WAS TRICKED, SHE GOT USED, SHE WAS USED UP. JUST LIKE THE COUNTRY. THE COUNTRY WANTS A SAVIOR. THE COUNTRY IS A SUCKER FOR POWERFUL MEN WHO LOOK GOOD. WE THINK THEY’RE MORALISTS AND THEN THEY JUST USE US. THAT'S WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU AND ME,” said Owen Meany. “WE’RE GOING TO BE USED. -John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
November 18, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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"The blossom of the evening" or "The full flower if the evening"?
November 17, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?
Purple Rain Prince and the Revolution
November 17, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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Who farted?
Who farted?
November 14, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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Wilt by Tom Sharpe
November 9, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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Well at least we can count on Christmas at the White House to spread good cheer
I never knew she was a devotee of Kierkegaard Those trees are lurking and are about to attack
November 7, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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Which will, in fact, be much funnier
Molly Roberts: Defense wants gag gifts provided to the officer after the incident included in discovery. One is a plushie sandwich and another is a patch that says, if I heard correctly, "Felony Footlong." Sounds like we won't end up seeing these physically but will hear them described.
November 4, 2025 at 9:22 PM
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When he went to Israel I wrote him that I was praying for him, bc of history and all that, and I got this
Dear Mrs. Thank you for your kind note of support and for your prayers. I am humbled and grateful. I have always found that in prayer we find purpose, strength, and hope for brighter days ahead. We are seeing those brighter days as a Nation, and we may continue to see them as we come together as Americans and for the country we all love. Keep the faith and may God bless you and your family. Sincerely, Joe Biden
October 31, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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Post a perfect album from the '90s that isn't Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, or Alice In Chains.
Ritual de lo Habitual
October 31, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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I unlocked my phone and THIS was what I saw 😶 🙃
Um
October 28, 2025 at 5:35 AM
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I unlocked my phone and THIS is what I saw 😶 🙃
Um
October 28, 2025 at 5:29 AM
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Throw in some arches and columns and LOTS of gold leaf and it just HAS TO be beautiful right? Not like those modern monstrosities
Guggenheim Museum Bilbao
October 24, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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He IS the Onion
ching ching a ling
Tina Smith: It's like he's reading The Onion without realizing it's satire Acyn: Trump: Now I'm bringing prices down 600% 700% 900% 200%
October 23, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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The White House painted gold
October 21, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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I actually cut this out of the Sunday paper, it's probably still in a box in my mother's attic somewhere
Sorry not gonna
October 13, 2025 at 7:41 AM
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So I'll pick you up around 10? At night??
October 6, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.” “It’s a lot more complicated than that—” “No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.” “Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—” “But they starts with thinking about people as things…
October 6, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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I like these better I don't like fuzzy spiders

I used to throw grasshoppers into the web of the recurring spider we had on the side of our house when I was a kid 🙃
golden orb weaver
October 5, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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Kamala's newest lie: Trump will send the army after you
September 27, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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I just read a post that said they got a "wild hare" and did yadda yadda
Hyde Bugs
September 24, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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me writing my posts
dude
August 13, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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“Hey, this must be a clue, Sarge!” said Nobby, who had returned to his default activity of mooching about and poking at things to see if they were valuable. “Look, someone dumped a load of stinking ol’ rubbish here!” He’d wandered across to a plinth, which did, indeed, appear to be piled high with rags. “Don’t touch that, please!” said Sir Reynold, rushing over. “That’s Don’t Talk to Me About Mondays! It’s Daniellarina Pouter’s most controversial hwork! You didn’t move anything, did you?” he added nervously. “It’s literalleah priceless, and she’s got a sharp tongue on her!” “It’s only a lot of old rubbish,” Nobby protested, backing away. “Art is greater than the sum of its mere mechanical components, Corporal,” said the curator. “Surely you hwould not say that Caravati’s Three Large Pink Women and One Piece of Gauze is just, ahem, ‘a lot of old pigment’?” “What about this one, then?” said Nobby, pointing to the adjacent plinth. “It’s just a big stake with a nail in it! Is this art, too?” “Freedom? If it hwas ever on the market, it hwould probableah fetch thirty thousand dollars,” said Sir Reynold. “For a bit of wood with a nail in it?” said Fred Colon. “Who did it?” “After he viewed Don’t Talk to Me About Mondays!, Lord Vetinari graciousleah had Ms. Pouter nailed to the stake by her ear,” said Stitched. “However, she did manage to pull free during the afternoon.” “I bet she was mad!” said Nobby. “Not after she hwon several awards for it. I believe she’s planning to nail herself to several other things. It could be a very exciting exhibition.” “Tell you what, then, sir,” said Nobby cheerfully. “Why don’t you leave the ol’ big frame where it is and give it a new name, like Art Theft?” “No,” said Sir Reynold coldly. “That would be foolish.”
August 12, 2025 at 6:02 AM
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Pursuit Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass— a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen; then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill. -Stephen Dobyns
July 2, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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fashion by Danny Elfman or possibly Dr. Seuss
pink thermals
June 28, 2025 at 4:10 AM