We’re doing a day trip to Salzburg and considered Dachu, but this just isn’t that sort of a trip—it’s more a brief respite before meeting our craziest friends in Romania (where we’re also getting our castle fix).
Supposedly the fuzz is that deal is based on the Op Amp Big Muff. Maybe you can get booked on Billy Pumpkin’s podcast to talk about it—if he lets you get a word in edgewise.
Maybe she’s in the employ of a rival wedding dj. Perhaps she’s the sister of that bagpipe guy and this is all an elaborate revenge scheme. Could it be that MBS and the Saudis have finally tracked you down? Did you in anyway wrong Ed Sheeran? Does your dog owe money to a bookie? I mean, you...
Death needs to read my wishlist and stop trolling everybody by taking our beloved entertainers.
I mean, was the Grim Reaper invited to the Diddy Parties? Does Sean have some pictures of Ol’ Mister Boney Nowhere?
The first time my guy called me because I was perusing/comparing features aimlessly it was weird. I have to say, it’s made me less likely to poke around on Sweetwater.
Over in the Politics subforum David Lee Roth chimed in to agree with me that Feep’s fixation on the personal foibles and unpleasantness of members of the current administration is a convenient distraction from a serious analysis of systemic and structural issues that have weakened American...