After a hard crash on the couch, I went on a surgical strike for pie and ended up with pie and Newtons, because the latter were on sale, so now I have pie and tiny pie.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
After a hard crash on the couch, I went on a surgical strike for pie and ended up with pie and Newtons, because the latter were on sale, so now I have pie and tiny pie.