Something else bizarre. When I click on the permanent link of older posts (older is a relative term- in this case from five days ago), it takes me back to when my page was the other names it has been, which is odd.
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Come for the politics, stay for the snark.
Wetsuit optional.
Where tasty lettuce and good mustard aren’t elitist.
Lighten up, Francis.
Proof that we need a blogger ethics panel.
No one could have predicted…
I’m going back to the respite thread.
Fuck these fucking interesting times.
There’s some extremely good trouble headed their way.
Is it irresponsible to speculate? It is irresponsible not to.
False Scribes! False Scribes!
Four legs? good! two legs? we’re not so sure…
Just a few bad apples.
Wow, you are pre-disappointed. How surprising.
Good luck with your asparagus.
This is all too absurd to be reality, right?
I swear, each month of 2020 will have its own history degree.
Call the National Guard if your insurrection lasts more than four hours.
All your base are belong to Tunch.
Fuck if i know. i just get yelled at when i try it.
Not all heroes wear capes.
Let’s delete this post and never speak of this again.
Reality always lies in wait for … Democrats.
JFC, are there no editors left at that goddamn rag?
When I decide to be condescending, you won’t have to dream up a fantasy about it.
