scottbrewster.bsky.social
I'm a dude.
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I call 'em gargirls, my own self, but may have to adopt your version
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The whole record is a jam
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Still breathing, brother. Sometimes, that's enough
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Used Cars. No, wait...Overboard. No, no... Escape from New York!
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Fuuuuuuck, yeah
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I have a feeling none of their dicks do any swinging. Probably just poke out like a button on a patchy fur coat
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Purple Haze by The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Big Dumb Sex by Soundgarden, and Thru Fade Away by Mother Love Bone
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I see delicious tacos. Then, closest to the camera, there some kind of lettuce/cheese/tortilla casserole or something. Ew.
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I've always thought the T-shirt thing is dumb. If I'm going to see Pearl Jam, I'm digging out my PJ shirt from '94 (note: I will not be seeing Pearl Jam. They were first to pop into my head)
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If manliness was measured in quantity of nuts, I'd have, like, ¾ of a nut
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Brother, you got that right
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My senators are Katy Britt and Tommy Fucking Tuberville. You call 'em.
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So? What's next? How does Congress make sure this never happens again? How do we, as a nation, come out the other side of this administration intact?
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Fuck 'em up, Rep
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Christine by Stephen King, Fools Crow by James Welch, and the entire Dream of Eagles series (8 books) by Jack Whyte
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Snow White, ain't it?
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youtu.be/7JkrJUAg8aI?...
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Why they gotta be the Brewsters???
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Dammit. I forgot alt text. Here...
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Oh, c'mon, man. That oat milk bit kills. That one from the guy who uses Wayfair as a dating app wasn't funny at all, though
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I mean, you were clearly poking a hole. Clearly. Gah
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Is he holding a hedgehog's dick?
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I don't know where yours are, but here's mine
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Turd Ferguson. Thanks.
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I get people's names. Like, Mariska Hargitay over and over. Anson Mount on repeat. I also get songs. Yay.
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Asshole
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Smarmy fuckhead
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Fuck 'em. You're rad.
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I have a salt & pepper beard. I also have zero idea how anything works. I'm just here waiting for someone to tell me what to pick up and where to put it down.
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Seemed to me the immigration process was mostly about paying them money every time you have to go see them.
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Bullshit
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SuperFriends!
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Maaaaaaaaaan, sciatica is the worst
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And James Earl Jones!!!!
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Here's his whole archive. MLK, Selma, Bear Bryant, Anti-war protests during Vietnam, George Wallace maybe...lots of stuff
digital.archives.alabama.gov/digital/sear...
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I have 100% enjoyed not having polio, that's for sure
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I think i can speak for at least both people sitting in my vehicle when I say, "Who gives a shit???"
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Off the subject, perchance, but here are a couple of photos of Angela Davis at the Empire Theater in Birmingham, Alabama in May, 1977. Taken by Haywood Paravicini, a family friend and long-time photographer for The Birmingham News
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And fucking Denver Pyle!!!
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His dumbass views weren't that huge a problem. He got the job.