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A squirrel enjoys a delicious bag of Skittles

Set up the egg hunt too soon and this guy made out like a bandit

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake By A Horse Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food. I am thinking I would like to try cake. Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape. Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy. Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much. I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on." Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me.

It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

Why West Saint Paul Created a Permit Parking Zone for Two Homeowners “Parking is a really personal and passionate issue.” That was Gil Gustafson’s admonition to the West Saint Paul City Council last week as he and a neighbor made their case for an arguably very pers…

Reminds me of this "pilot program" in WSP 10 years ago. The homeowner who initiated the whole thing moved out a long time ago, the signs are still there, and it's still the only permit-parking zone in the city. streets.mn/2016/11/02/w...

Bad Weather’s Firefly Rye

Worth it

I’m not a mom, but I’ve noticed that “wine mom” and “Patagonia wearing mom” and “moms pushing strollers” are cited as people who aren’t expected to take political action, or even to hold strong opinions. You all had moms, why do you think so little of her? Because she made you eat veggies? Grow up.

It could be something simple like the linkage or shift cable out of adjustment. I wouldn’t panic until you get the estimate.

Childhood nostalgia. We spend like half of our time in elementary school on it, and we were literally not allowed to write in any other way.

After the Fire, “Der Kommisar”

Debatable whether he was even the most famous recording artist named Billy.

Not me!

Probably have to mail order but worth it, this works on anything: crybabycraigs.com?srsltid=AfmB...

Big day for people using gambling sites as sources of data to tell how a race is going

A burger-shaped jail at an old McDonald’s playground

Book ‘em

They’re gonna fry for this

Sounds like someone had a beef

This is a good lesson for journalists: Use plain language to state true things clearly.

Even if AI could write a novel what problem has been solved? The problem of knowing what you’re reading was written by another person? Who loves reading novels but hates the part where your mind briefly and mysteriously touched another?

I wait until the tank is below 1/4 in the minivan so I can maximize my Cub fuel discount. Might save like $2!

Sign with red individual letters on a concrete block retaining wall that is supposed to read Reliable Insurance Network but two letters have fallen off.

Made me think of this place

Ah, yes, the invaluable wisdom of the markets.

The End Times prophecy is central to evangelical politics and their support for Israel and it’s amazing how it’s almost never mentioned in mainstream reporting.

Have things returned to normal in St. Paul’s Latin quarters? No, they have not: www.facebook.com/share/18R8ez...

So much easier if we just call it “Greater Saint Paul.”

Gate attendant just called it “Minneanapolis”

Very woke of them to have a Black Viking. I’m good with this.

Played on the console stereo

Also there is a Grimace mural behind the McDonald’s.

Wait is this real?