Skunkfeathers

A Skunk with feathers? Danged right...thoughts and musings of just such a skunk, one that learned how to type, conjugate verbiage and communicate thought processes easier than lifting the tail to scatter the opposition. It doesn't always work with 419 email scammers or the pathetically politically correct (which readers will find I ain't). For them, the tail gets lifted, and they get sprayed. *DISCLAIMER*: sometimes, it doesn't pay to drink or eat while reading this h'yar. Just sayin'...

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Numbah 3100

I did not expect to carry this on this long. It started in June 2005. Here we are, June 2026.

Cra-cra.

Memewhile:

I don't wonder if there are fish; I wonder what kind.

Yup. We get it, Snoopy...we get it.

Labels: 2026 June, 3100 posts since 2005

2 Comments:

Sandee said...: Los Angeles did just that. They don't even hide it anymore. I'm sick of California politicians.

Have a fabulous day, Mike. My best to Seymour. ♥; 16 June, 2026 09:18
Herb said...: Happy Blogiversary! Good job.; 16 June, 2026 22:26

: Name: Skunkfeathers; Location: Lakewood, Colorado, United States

In da woids of Popeye, "I yam what I yam". Personally, I hate yams, but I digress (often)...I take life as it comes, put a little milk on it, and give it to my pet rock, 'cuz I hate that cereal. Ack...I write. About email scams, my own misadventures, and about my view of life in general. My pet rock, Seymour, yawns continuously...

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