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  • ⚠️ Trust No Yellow Frozen Object

    ⚠️ Trust No Yellow Frozen Object

    ⚠️ WARNING TO THE PEOPLE OF JEFFERSON COUNTY, AND ANYONE LIVING WITHIN A 20-MILE RADIUS OF A WALMART. I need you to stay calm. Wanna play a game? It’s called “My Whole Life Is a Lie.” I just got done cutting the yard on a Saturday morning. Nothing is more American than mowing grass, watching…

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  • The Sun Wakes Up Every Morning and Chooses Violence

    The Sun Wakes Up Every Morning and Chooses Violence

    I’m about one more 92-degree day away from laying down in the Tractor Supply stock tank and calling it a vacation. I need a good local swimming hole. Also, if you happen to see an unusually pale creature wandering toward the water, don’t call the DNR. It’s not the White Sasquatch. It’s just me, an…

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  • Wanted: Chicken Coop Inspector (Not Kidding)

    Wanted: Chicken Coop Inspector (Not Kidding)

    HONEST REQUEST. I’m looking for a chicken coop inspector….. Not kidding. This isn’t one of my weird jokes this time. Yesterday my chicken coop apparently decided it had accomplished everything it wanted in life, got blackout drunk on fermented scratch grain, and laid down in the yard like an uncle after six Busch Lights and…

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  • I Built a Round Pen Shaped Like a Circle Going Through a Divorce

    I Built a Round Pen Shaped Like a Circle Going Through a Divorce

    I thought I had shapes figured out back in preschool. Circle, square, triangle. Pretty advanced stuff. Turns out I’ve been freelancing with geometry my whole life because I somehow managed to build a round pen that looks like a circle going through a divorce. Less tears, more dirt than an episode of Jerry Springer. One…

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  • Chicken Coop U-Haul… Where You At?

    Chicken Coop U-Haul… Where You At?

    Chicken Coop U-Haul… where you at? Apparently we can summon a stranger to deliver sushi, a mattress, or drive us to the airport with three taps on a phone… But the second you need to move a chicken coop, civilization completely collapses. I’m looking for recommendations, or maybe someone with a truck, a tilt trailer,…

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  • Dead Trees vs. Live Trees: A Perfectly Normal Adult Decision

    Dead Trees vs. Live Trees: A Perfectly Normal Adult Decision

    I’ve reached a level of adulthood I never saw coming. I’m comparing the price of dead trees versus live trees. Think about that. One option is a pile of dead trees cut into boards and nailed together. The other is… the exact same trees, just still alive. And somehow that’s a perfectly normal purchasing decision.…

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  • The Handyman Has Entered Witness Protection

    The Handyman Has Entered Witness Protection

    I hired a handyman. He arrived, looked at the work, discussed materials, promised a start date and then disappeared so completely I assume the federal government gave him a new identity. No call. No text. No estimate. Just silence. Contractors do not say no anymore. They say, “I’ll send that over tonight,” then walk backward…

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  • The Amish Are Going to Hate This Idea

    The Amish Are Going to Hate This Idea

    The Amish are going to hate this idea… hear me out. The rocking chair has had an unbelievable run. It’s the Tom Brady of porch furniture. It has dominated for generations, carried Cracker Barrel on its back, and probably sold more sweet tea than every marketing campaign in history combined. But I think it’s time.…

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  • Are These Beaver Bees?

    Are These Beaver Bees?

    Why are bees eating my wood? I thought bees liked flowers, pollen and spending their short lives producing honey for people who put it in tea once every six months. Apparently some of them looked at my deck and said, “Fuck flowers. We’re contractors now.” They hover near the railings, drill perfectly round holes and…

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  • Turn Gasoline Into Beer Money

    Turn Gasoline Into Beer Money

    LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO ENJOYS TURNING GASOLINE INTO BEER MONEY 🍺 Got less than an acre that needs cut in Bloomingdale. Not a jungle. Not a golf course. Somewhere in the middle where Mother Nature is trying, but not that hard. The yard has a gentle slope. You won’t need mountain-climbing gear or a rescue…

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