Day 059: Cup of Noodles

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Outside of the factory, it was quiet. This must be what Racho Cucamonga sounds like. Muffled and serene. Or maybe it was just the box it was in. Regardless, things got scary real… Continue reading

Day 058: Top 5 Top 5 List Sunday!!!

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When you’re doing a habitual commitment like this one, routine is key. Most mornings, I wake up, roll over, snug Rachel and then complain out loud that I don’t know what to write… Continue reading

Day 057: Put Your Mask Back On, Dummy

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A wise man named Big Shaq once said, “You know man’s international now, check the statistics”. Forget about the whole international part, we already knew that, bruv. But check the statistics. Go ahead,… Continue reading

Day 056: I’d Rather Not Be Known As Rookieman56 [Friday Thought W/ TeeCoZee]

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Good Moleman. Hi, I’m Troy McLure. You may remember me as Sergeant Fatso Judson in “From Here To Eternity”. It’s Friday, November 13th [eep], the year before next. The weather in Brooklyn is… Continue reading

Day 055: That’s Right. I Bought A Console On Launch Day.

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I’m a man of many stupid ambitions. I’ve always wanted to ride in a blimp. I’m still waiting for a day to come when I get a Gatorade shower. I want to invent… Continue reading

Day 054: Rach Goes On A Hunt

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It’s another normal day on Tulip Town. Isabelle’s morning announcements consisted of her prattling on about her TV Habits. A sure sign that there’s nothing special about today. Still in her pajamas, Rach… Continue reading

Day 053: Top 5 Questions I Was Left Asking After Monday Night Raw

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I realize that I’m writing this to a very limited audience. But every now and then, I quickly run out of time in the morning. When this happens, I need to write something… Continue reading

Day 052: Bev of the Week – Faygo Arctic Sun

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The front room always reeked of onions. That never made much sense to me, for many reasons. For starters, onions usually don’t have much of a scent until they’re cut. When they’re whole,… Continue reading

Day 051: How Did I Get So Married?

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I wasn’t the first one in my friend group to get married. I know this, you know this, the American People know this. In fact, I was pretty late to the party. I… Continue reading

Day 050: Willy Gets Some Fresh Air

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It was almost daylight when The Fat Man went to sleep. He’s been going to bed much later these days. Or the sun has been rising earlier. Or both. He’s been really stressed… Continue reading