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pro wrestler for all elite wrestling. native plant society lifetime member. fat daddy. cowboy.
merch: tinyurl.com/5n93ebb5
actual merch: tinyurl.com/yw5yjhv6
songs: tinyurl.com/ypmh9fw6
friday at midnight like everyone else, right?
well shit, i do now
youre probably looking at this fruit and thinking ‘wow, that must grow on a tropical island somewhere’, and you’d be WRONG AS HELL. its a pawpaw, the largest edible fruit native to north america. this is our first one and it tastes like banana, vanilla, and cantaloupe made a weird ass threesome baby
Andy was one of the coolest people i’ve ever met. and somehow, more than he was cool, he was exceedingly kind, sincere, and thoughtful.
juste un beaucoup de dahlias devant une sculpture de bandido, dévoilant au monde son visage parfaitement sculpté et d'une beauté exquise. jef, envoie d'abord ceci à speedball pour vérifier que le français est correct ; ne me laisse pas me couvrir de ridicule.
there’s nothin im gonna be able to say about Dolly Parton that you don’t already know. she is an inspiration.
my kids have loved getting books in the mail from Dolly. you can donate to her imagination library here:
look at this happy little fucker. i fenced in the perennials this year and the rabbits are starving but the bees are slurpin that good shit down. get on your knees, pray to god: the birds and the bees
fuck ice airing commercials during dynamite, let em know:
i have caged in the flowers after this springs rabbit plague and heres the only beebalm with any will to live: puny and pathetic with a shit-ass bloom. thankfully for next season i have killed and eaten all the nearby rabbits, weird face tentacles and all
st johns worts are in bloom, apparently they can be used as an antidepressant and muscle relaxer but if you think im eating a flower you guys have fucking lost it
look, its tuesday i am drunk on a plane and ill just say i guess if you had a time machine and steve mayles phone number you could put me in banjo kazooie but i wouldnt turn my nose up at burning down a little hut or planting some goldenrod in twooka-laylee. mileage may vary on this skeet
im gonna put so many plants into the ground