you're as cuddly as a cactus you're as charming as an eel and i cannot compete with you jolene

Yes! I’ve seen some of her stuff. Always great.

Followed him on TikTok and my life got better instantly.

Thanks! I’ll check it out

Come to think of it, nothing did.

From street corners to campsites, the work of Miriam Field, harm reductionist

This one's worth it, I promise. Listen here or wherever you get great podcasts.

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From street corners to campsites, the work of Miriam Field, harm reductionist

This one's worth it, I promise. Listen here or wherever you get great podcasts.

open.spotify.com/episode/1pxJ...

This week, This is Nashville examines harm reduction, medication assisted treatment and substance use disorder recovery and loss.

Today, Tuesday, 9/9, we speak with experts and those with lived experience about sanctioned harm reduction. Sanctioned harm reduction specifically applies to

Say the alphabet backwards three times in front of a mirror to show candyman he doesn't need to take your keys

At the Mayo Clinic, please, my condiment is very sick

My parents were people of science, which is why my whole family was at the mall every Saturday collecting survey data about people’s acceptance of personal saviors.

Do you think God reads these posts? Or is he mostly on Instagram?

Once again confusing the way things are now with the way things are now for me

Happy Taco Twednesday

Oh, they will.

Butterfly in the yard
I can go twice as hard

(sorry, I know it’s not cool to promote my inspirational equine webinar under your skeet, but Sherbet’s Cadet says I should take every opportunity by the reins)

#ClopToTheTop

—From The Sermon on The Mount(ain Dew)

I don't often make sequels but when I do I'm curious about what happened when I did

cool ranch (sarcastic)

Host: Let's play Wheel Of Ornithology!

Me: Are there any jays?

Host: No sorry

Me: I'd like to buy an owl

I made you a lint golom from the bits of black t-shirt that get stuck in the sweaty folds gathering rapidly beneath my chin. But what did you ever make me, Kevin? Other than sad, I mean.

Tried to explain what a labubu is to my grandpa and he shot me in the leg

A Taco Bell drive-thru menu stands alone on a barren hill.
A crowd gathers.
Quiet.
Waiting.
Some sway & squint, wiping sweat from foreheads & necks.
Others, exhausted, sit smiling on dry, patchy grass.
A warm voice crackles from the speaker:
“The Baja first shall be Baja Blast.”

I’m so glad our sun is too bright to see the baby in it.