Ramble On: Autumn 2025 Edition

Playlist Link: Ramble On Autumn 2025 Edition Here we go again. And again. And again.  One of my favorite parts of The Sopranos is how often the men ask women for red peppers.  Mercurial at best. Sadistic at worst.  Teeth baring smiles.  https://www. scientificamerican.com/ article/how-did-the-smile- become-a-friendly-gesture-in- humans/ Dream eater.  For the love of god, please take creamed spinach off of menus.   A trail of baby ducks.  The foot bone's connected to the leg bone. The leg bone's connected to the knee bone. The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone… But you said you would.  Missed connections.  Starbucks should serve hash browns.   Sundays are for 8+ hour conversations with strangers, Mondays are for disappearing into the ether.  Your educational institutions, religious organizations, and/or governments may not hold you to a higher standard, but I sure as fuck will.  Flashbacks are actually the worst thing in e...
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Sir, it's 2 p.m. and we're on a crowded city street... (Archive)

 All I wanted to do was go grocery shopping, 

whereupon I saw a man whose pants were dropping. 

I thought for sure there was no way, 

until I had to avoid his urine spray. 

To pee right on a public street with such ease!

Surely, this must be some new form of disease. 

No shame in sight for this poor fellow --

I'm glad I moved before he turned my white shoes yellow.

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