He must not know what it's like in Rancho.

I went to the Festival in the Desert in Mali back in '07 (I think). The experience was...wow. They don't have it anymore. But if it restarts, sell everything and make the trip.

I think it's the ketamine.

Seems like this would work because someone would come over to help you up. Instant friend.

When I moved from Michigan to New Mexico I traded mosquitos for rattlesnakes. Excellent trade. Don't miss them.

Careful, a xeno just leveled up on that beach.

If you can swallow the "pill" of supporting genocide you're 100% the problem. Now I feel like punching Democrat canvassers.

As someone who is trying to find representation for a 300 page novel I finished this summer, I 100% agree.

Related: I found out just this year that the octobass is a real thing.

Nice!