Back in the eighties I was a punk promoter in small city. I had the opportunity to put on a Soul Asylum show. Great guys. The crowd was small but it didn’t stop them from putting on an excellent show. I still have three of their early albums.

Fuck off.

And social.

Worst. Name. Ever.

You’re funny. Now, back under your bridge with you.

Boebert is a total chicken shit.

It’s a timey-whimey thing.

You can’t see my mom, she’s dead.

Amateur. In a dark location, on a clear night, I can see the Andromeda Galaxy, 2.3 million light years away.