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. . .cause as any dunderhead knows, and thank gawd almighty for it, science keeps strippin away the layers of myth and mysticism where we're almost to the point that even a "big-selfed" entity such as my ownself won't, with any confidence whatsoever be able to even think about thankin gawd almighty, let alone sayin it. But folks is still comin up to me on an almost daily basis and sayin, "Hey, Doghouse Riley, I understand all that but what about your "such-ness" or your "thus-ness"?? Explain that away with a smart-alek comment or somethin. Ain't ya even in touch with yor own interiority?? Hell, I bet ya are and don't even know it. Or, more likely, won't admit it. Why are ya such a dang contrarian all the damn time? What good does it do ya? To which I usually reply, wail my interiority is as shabby as the next fellers which means a good vaccumin wouldn't hurt but my "such-ness" is the same as yors. . .non-existent, you numbnuts!! Listen (I usually go on), I ain't got a shovel big enough to dig out from under that pile of bull. And neither do you. And don't go startin any tangential shit about captive synapse energy fields neither or I'm liable ta kick ya in the nuts. Course, I say that with love.
Today I recommend: the flan at La Regional
