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All, all are sleeping on the hill.
She’s checking out the deals.
December 1, 2025 at 4:32 PM
The domestic duck is still with his new wild flock. Hopefully his flight feathers have grown back enough to head south with them before the winter gets any worse.
December 1, 2025 at 2:51 PM
There are Brazzers everywhere for those with eyes to see.
December 1, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Who’s Gregg? Sounds like he ain’t from around here…
November 29, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Waking up early enough to bring the fire back to life from the embers makes me feel old-fashioned and capable.
November 28, 2025 at 12:33 PM
I never even made it to the apple pie, too many brownies and Napoleons. I put it out on the back porch to stay cold since the fridge is full. Now I’ve just brought the fire back to life and I’m considering the wisdom of the apple pie breakfast.
November 28, 2025 at 12:26 PM
The food is put away, the fire is crackling, and the Chiefs/Cowboys halftime show sucked so bad that I’ve moved on to better things than football.
November 27, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Frankie Thomas is transfixed by her first ever fire.
November 27, 2025 at 5:20 PM
November 27, 2025 at 4:46 AM
November 27, 2025 at 4:04 AM
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
November 27, 2025 at 12:38 AM
“Hey soldier. Do you know who’s the manager here?”

“Yeah.”
November 27, 2025 at 12:02 AM
November 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM
@victoriascott.bsky.social

You know it had that deep chugging muffler.
November 24, 2025 at 9:47 PM
This Ain’t No Game
November 24, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Looks like a Tim Kreider drawing.
November 23, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Well, that’ll last at least until December.
November 23, 2025 at 6:58 PM
Holy shit how am I just now realizing this:
November 23, 2025 at 4:51 PM
The ginger, cherries, and chocolate smell so good.
November 23, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Getting ready for the holiday season by making the first batch of chocolate pretzels, toffees, and bark as I watch Bringing Out The Dead (Scorsese, 1999)
November 23, 2025 at 3:24 AM
November 23, 2025 at 2:37 AM
November 22, 2025 at 2:05 AM
See the moment where I decide that, no, I don’t have to teach my mom what those words actually mean:
November 21, 2025 at 2:34 PM
You can’t hide from my thermal scope, Cranny Boy.
November 19, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Silently heading towards you in the dark, Cranny Boy…
November 19, 2025 at 6:44 PM