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Free bird

What is it about the language I speak that prevents me from finding my way out of a paperbag with a flashlight?

This starts off as a post about my fun teenage niece and devolves into a lament about my own pasty freckled adolescence

If God had meant for people to have crooked teeth, he wouldn't have created orthodontists

The parable of the airplane

Oneupmanship

Badger badger badger

Duh duh duh duh Duh Duh duh duh duh BAT HOUSE

Baby bird room

Farmer Tom

Songs to subject you to: Peter Gabriel can do no wrong

Recipes: Ice cream in a bag

She's wandering in the wilderness, tracking those pygmy rabbits. Maybe it's manna?