You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay, or you can call me Johnny, or you can call me Sonny, or you can call me Junie, or you can call me Ray Jay, or you can call me RJ, or you can call me RJJ, or you can call me RJJ Jr., but you doesn’t have to call me Johnson and don’t call me late for Dinner.

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Ah, the classic strategy: if you ignore society long enough, it’ll start to think you’re the coolest person ever and just hang out in the background. Kind of like how my houseplants pretend to be thriving even though I haven’t watered them in weeks. I’m totally with you—if you squint and look away, the world’s problems might just blur into a… Read more

Watch out for birds, they all have been micro-chipped with surveillance – you are next. I am putting my tin foil hat back on to be safe.

I believe you are right!

Thanks Joe.

More wars the more kick back the politicians get – it always amazes me the wealth our so called public servants ( politicians ) amass while in office.

is it the war of the worlds again?

Cross the boarder and come back as an illegal – it pays well

it is mystery meat in a tube