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  • Farm Fitness

    Farm Fitness

    I don’t need a gym membership anymore. I own a farm. Yesterday I burned 4,000 calories trying to move something that weighed less than my pride. Every project starts with… “This’ll take twenty minutes.” Three hours later I’m Googling… “Can you negotiate with gravity?” New here? The whole saga lives in Farm Stories & Fails,…

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  • Out in the Sticks

    Out in the Sticks

    You know you’ve officially moved to the middle of nowhere when Domino’s looks at your address and laughs. No pizza. No DoorDash. No Uber Eats. If civilization collapses, I won’t notice until my Amazon packages stop showing up. Speaking of which… My UPS driver now follows my Facebook page. He actually gave me advice about…

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  • Apparently I Accidentally Traumatized the Neighborhood

    Apparently I Accidentally Traumatized the Neighborhood

    Apparently I accidentally traumatized the neighborhood. I invited four people over for dinner. Two of them called separately asking if this was… …a dinner party. One asked if it was my birthday. Another asked if they needed to wear nice clothes. Buddy… It’s spaghetti. Not the Met Gala. Meanwhile I’m the “city guy” ruining rural…

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  • Help Me Find the Zombie Chicken of My Dreams

    Help Me Find the Zombie Chicken of My Dreams

    BLOOMINGDALE, I NEED HELP FINDING THE ZOMBIE CHICKEN OF MY DREAMS. Yes, this is a real chicken. The face that already knows how everyone in the room dies. Apparently regular chickens weren’t unsettling enough. Somewhere along the evolutionary assembly line, nature looked at poultry and said, “You know what this needs? A face that looks…

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  • Jefferson County… I Need You to Rate My Wood

    Jefferson County… I Need You to Rate My Wood

    Jefferson County… I need you to rate my wood. Settle down. We’re talking about the livestock shelter. Forty-one years old and I finally built something with my own two hands. Can I get a Boy Scout badge now? Not Eagle Scout. Let’s not get carried away. Maybe the “Didn’t Lose a Finger” Merit Badge. Because…

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  • A Love Letter to the Angry Man in the Truck

    A Love Letter to the Angry Man in the Truck

    A Love Letter to the Angry Man in the Truck. (This is a long post — if reading is hard, then please skip.) Howdy, neighbor. I just wanted to thank you for stopping near my home today to educate me about the dangers of having a truck parked on the shoulder of my own yard…

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  • ATTENTION BIGFOOT: This Serves as Your Official Notice

    ATTENTION BIGFOOT: This Serves as Your Official Notice

    ATTENTION BIGFOOT: The FairPlay road in Bloomingdale HOA has voted unanimously to clear your woods. But I need help! Mr Henderson — you have 30 days to remove your hairy family, your stolen lawn furniture, your collection of suspicious stick structures, and whatever the hell keeps screaming behind my garage at 2 a.m. I bet…

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  • WANTED: Surveyor, Explorer, Possibly Bigfoot Negotiator

    WANTED: Surveyor, Explorer, Possibly Bigfoot Negotiator

    WANTED: Surveyor, Explorer, Possibly Bigfoot Negotiator Apparently when you buy 12 acres in Bloomingdale, Ohio, you don’t just get trees. You get mystery. Somewhere in the back woods of my property there’s what appears to be a random campsite complete with little structures, a fire pit, a mower, and a road that disappears toward the…

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  • Make Me a Flat Earth Believer for Under $500

    Make Me a Flat Earth Believer for Under $500

    Make me a Flat Earth believer for under $500. I’m looking for someone with a skid steer who can level a 28’ x 12’ pad for a horse run-in shelter. Now I know what some of you are thinking… “It’s only a 3-degree slope.” Yeah? That’s what I said too. Then I started talking to…

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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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