Looking back at some of the titles of older posts I found myself amused. Some of the subjects I've chosen to write about are as bland as complaining about one's garden. Others are more edgy, as I speculate about those in a waiting room.
There is even one about my abhorrence of squirrels, either in my attic or in my garden. [The attic part was rather expensive.]
This short trip down Memory Lane has shown me that I had better up my game and stop coming up with all these crazy subjects. I'm a little rusty at putting things into words on paper, as I've slacked off for quite a while. However, the overwhelming need to whine, complain, bitch, grumble, and otherwise sound off will probably win out. I'll be out here, a voice in the wilderness, probably a lot longer than anyone cares to read this drivel.
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The periodic rants and raves of a Big Galloot.
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