One of the best things about moving back to Ohio is that people call pop POP. Not the Texan "the-word-coke-encompasses-all-soft-drinks" thing, not "soda" - it's POP, people!
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- My last day as a voiceover artist
- Wow, that is one clever T-shirt.
- Has anyone seen this drunk?
- Teats
- from 'As The Sparrow' by Bukowski
- Mossy tree in Beaver Creek State Park
- I don't care what you think.
- John from the Nuthouse
- A boy and his horse
- Elite-tard
- No, we weren't in Georgia
- The Toad Whisperer
- Gone fishing
- Bubba Cola
- Stay out!
- Bait
- Nice dress
- Welcome to the tee pee
- Adventure Team Marlboro
- Devil Spawn and the Jumbo Inflate Monkey
- Nice Beavers at the Park Office
- Cold Pop
- Tie dye
- 'Don Pizza' surveillance photo
- Blurry tiki torches and the volleyball net
- What the fuck?
- I learned this trick from Charlie
- Spot the gull
- at the Ribs Burn Off in Canton
- Buddy Lee
- Fending off hilljacks.
- Kim
- Lay down on the ground, everyone...
- Bangs, y'all.
- I miss Key
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