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And that’s how you know you’re in Texas:

No joke, y'all.

PS.  My hat’s off to the kids of this town, who are either very respectful or are running much lower on white-out and imagination than I am:

I totally didn't do this. Mostly because I have respect for public property. And I didn't have any white-out.

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And since it’s Sunday it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:

Image by @onezumi: “The Bloggess Riding a Dapper Octopus with an Attack King Mini Yak Riding him Attacking an Evil Flying Cheeseburger While Holding Twine.”

 

What you missed on Ill-Advised:

What you missed on the Houston Chronicle:

What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

What you missed on the internets:

This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:

This week’s wrap-up sponsored by Aunt Carla’s Boosh, which sounds like some sort of weird p0rn video, but is actually an oddly named comfort food of Old World Portuguese/European origin.  Or perhaps the people at Aunt Carla’s are just fucking with us.  Regardless, they will mail you a booshwurst sausage that that will keep you from ever turning vegan.  It’s like magic.  Check them out.

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