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When I think about Bushcrafting I’ve devised a pyramid of need. The first two steps are mostly preliminary to the third, which is vital. You need a knife. Endlessly useful in breaking down material they’re very difficult to construct in a primitive environment (not impossible). Your best bet is to have one, doesn’t have to …

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Wake up, Maroon.

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What Makes A Sandwich A Sandwich? Well, if you believe the myth it’s a piece of bread or two (there is considerable debate on this point) with a stuffing that you can eat without utensils while playing cards and not getting them greasy. On a deeper level, what is anything? Plato posited “Absolutes” which carried …

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More about Freemasonry than Doggies actually. I suppose for disclosure’s sake you should know I was Master of a Lodge, but I’ve already told you that.

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Not my best week ever. How about you? Not that I didn’t know this, I am widely read and pay attention, but the WNBA Players picking up on Breonna “Say Her Name” Taylor has exposed some hermits and shut ins.

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Take some $100 bills or better yet some $10,000 1 Year Ts and tear them up while standing in a Cold Salt Water Shower in a City Grid sucking Tanning Bed for a couple of hours. That’s the Home Version losers get as a consolation prize. Ever since Dennis Connor became the first loser and …

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I’m thinking about ‘Confirmed Truths’ as a substitute. Adrenochrome. You won’t need much. Adrenochrome. It makes pure mescaline seem like ginger beer. “Where’d you get this? Adrenochrome isn’t the kind of thing you can just buy. It comes from the adrenaline glands from a living human body.” I got it as payment from a client, …

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Jenny Nicholson. Actually a fascinating memoir of a peculiar intersection of Internet, Nerd World, FanCon, Toy Merchandising, and Furry Porn.

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Wash your hands. Don’t Touch your face. When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I’d been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When …

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The Chevy Vega Never liked them much.

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