(look who's back, y'all!) This honestly could have stopped with PETA , but they didn’t wanna play along. … no, seriously, click that link and come back here when you’re done… Welcome back… So anyway, this whole shit could have stopped with PETA, but now I am here concerned with the plight of the poor Naugas, of which I now have a small ranch that I am running to care for them. I don’t know if y’all know this or not, but raising and healthily engaging with all these Naugas is resource intensive in time, money and effort. What I am sure you all know is that I do that with the salary I earn from a regular-ass job – well, what I have left after paying these bills. The first thing I tried to do was to sue the creators of Instagram, on the grounds that they had stolen something from me. No not the concept of shittying up the resolution of pictures to show off to people who don’t actually like me anyway, but the actual NAME ‘Instagram’. For me, I would crea
In this journey, I have made a lot of acquaintances. For such a not-people-person , people tend to be drawn to me and this comes as a shock and even annoyance to me sometimes. I am good to the ones I like, try to maintain a civil indifference to the ones I’m “even” on, and a marked indifference to the ones I don’t like. New people tend to not like me at first and usually warm up to me. It is my sense of humor and the fact that I possess a seemingly endless supply of information about INFURIATINGLY useless details that throws some newcomers. Today, we will talk about a recently-acquired new “friend” whose initial dislike of me was more because he thought I was a criminal than the fact that I talk a lot when I get excited. It starts with a phonecall. Normally, I wouldn’t answer unknowns, but it was from a 336-373 exchange, so it would be from the City of Greensboro or some other entity downtown… Me: “Hello?” Caller: “Hey Phillip, it’s me.” Me: “You gotta be mo’ pacific.” C
(yes, this is what a Nauga looks like) Image Credit: Somewhere on the Googles Part of the act of being a newly-decent, no-longer-a-supervillain human being includes advocacy for those with less than myself. I’ll slide a couple bucks to an unhoused person, canned goods to food drives; even Shaggy Thunder was an SPCA-adopted puppy. Say hi, little buddy. (note: this is an old picture... he's much fatter now) … so yeah… One of my soft spots is for dogs in particular but for animals in general. I kind of RAGE at the very thought of people abusing/abandoning puppies, yet the BookFace algorithm and my apparent obsession puppy videos serves it that I see such shit daily in suggested Reels. In the interest of not triggering myself, we will not go any further into the whole animal abuse thing. Week before last, though, while I was scrolling on The Bookface™ , and one of those sad puppy rescues came up. It was heart-wrenching. An emaciated mother dog doing the
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