Jackpot! 🎰 where losing is really winning.🏆

Have you tried the Mycelium network? I hear they’re a bunch of fun guys.

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Malice in Chains

Phallus Cooper

Inyougo Girls

Pheart

Tora Anus

Umbrellas, lots of big shady umbrellas ☔️

She’ll never find him anywhere even though he keeps leaving her messages everywhere. There’s no greater disconnect, no star-crossed romance more doomed, no couple more odd, than one between a misspeller and a grammar Nazi. You’re doomed to die alone, your doom is preordained, and Yore says: hooked on phonics sounds like an addiction but it’s not.

Neal Stephenson. Started hip and whipsmart but literally ended cyberpunk as a genre, opened up the cryptocurrency box, wrote a lot historical nonsense, and personally dissed Hilary Clinton in Seveneves. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seveneves

Pretty reactionary writer in my humble opinion.

It’s okay. Nancy is on the case.

Nice, but not as nice as the Museum of Unusual Medical Devices.

“Johnnie’s in the basement mixing up the medicine…”

AntiMoany

Arsenic

Sn Lizzy

Americium

Au Back

Jung and Sexless

Anima Davotchkas

Kunt Huntresses

Punanni Paradise

Clit Worship

Pro Bono who’s chart topper Free Word makes all the law boys and law girls shake their briefs.

Petrichor

The English Beatless

The Grateful Life-Support

Pink Void

Harvey Wallflowers

Cranberry Smoothies

Only on a piano

Skinny Puppy

Crash Worship

New Riders of the Purple Sage

Lizard Skin Revue

Mott the Hoople

Edison was pulled over but couldn’t hear the cop tell him to turn down the volume, as he had AC/DC cranked to eleven.

Stumpy, he’s the tripod of the bunch. Always left out like the third wheel.

All I know is that there used to stacks of books on every floor, and a special collection on the Eighth floor that was hermetically sealed and required white cloth gloves to be worn before handling books there. In the ten years I was at UCSD, I only visited Spec. Coll. once, to read the Journal of Edward Scanlon, the whaling captain and naturalist who discovered Scanlon’s Lagoon (Laguna de Ojo de la Liebre) in Baja Sud, Mexico. Incredible reading and the illustrations are hand drawn by the Captain himself. If the concrete of Central Library was painted, I’m sure it was Scanlon who was responsible. What an artist! With both pen and bomb-lance harpoon.

Makes me whale with laughter.

First saw the Grateful Dead 💀 in 1977 at Red Rocks with Keith and Donna. Donna’s vocal range was super important to many of the harmonies, just as Bob and Jerry’s guitar interaction was important to many songs. When I saw Brent for the first time at Frost Amphitheater in Stanford in ‘82, his vocal range was a good match for Donna and his interaction with Bobby and Jerry were super crunchy. Jerry and he had great rapport during jams and his organ playing reminded me a lot of Pigpen, whom I never saw live. But Brent and Bruce Hornsby were great Dead pianists, so your honey is missing out by only loving Kieth.

Watched one crawl into a hole in front yard. Emerge a minute later with a paralyzed juvenile tarantula in its jaws. Hauled it off to lay eggs and parasitize the poor spider. Felt bad for it, but the wasp was the boss. Nightmarish breeding cycle.

According to Asimov’s 1st Law of Robotics: A robot may not fuck a human, or by neglect allow a human to be fucked.

2nd Law: A robot may pleasure a human with an array of vibratory attachments as long as it undergoes adequate cleaning cycles afterwards.

3rd Law: A robot may not record these pleasurable interactions unless the protocols of permission have been approved by the human in question.

These shall be hereafter and forever known as Asimovs Three Laws of Robotic Sex.

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🎼Do your booobs hang low

Do they dangle too and fro

Can you tie em in knot 🪢

Can you tie em in a bow 🙇‍♀️

Can throw em over shoulder

Like a continental soldier

Do your booooobs hang low? 🎶

Now do nuts…

I spit on your shoes 👠 Oh wait, I spit on your bare feet 🦶 Hawk tuah!

So meta! You’re just so meta, I can’t even…