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This headline gave me a stroke.

😂😂 even in death he really patted that man on the head like a dog

And, to be very clear, it is a Democratic pollster. So take this polling news with a grain of salt.

Good lord, the number of people on Facebook responding to this article that is FREE TO CLICK ON AND READ with "who did the poll?" when it's right there in the first paragraph. God, people are dumb.

Ken Paxton always looks like he just woke up from a bender.

Just sitting on the couch with some coffee and I became a cat tree. Sound up for maximum purrs.

Sparkle Motion has questions.

Please enjoy me calling out AI slop on LinkedIn and being called out by an AI slop account on LinkedIn.

The opinions, let’s be honest, are not even Webster’s. They come directly from right-wing media. The man has no original opinions.

If I can be a writer nerd for a second, it’s not the opinions I hate, it’s the man’s terrible writing. It’s just dreadful.

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In case you missed it, Houston is stuck with a MAGA talk radio personality writing humorless, offensive op-eds for the Chronicle, despite my challenge to the editor to simply stop giving this man a platform.

I'd like to rent a house with a pool in Houston for my birthday weekend, but people need to start shading their pools somehow. I'm not going to spend a weekend boiling myself for $1,000.

It really says a lot that the Facebook comments under this article are a bunch of MAGA dummies who say the Chronicle is left-wing trash. There's literally NO POINT to running op-eds by Kenny Webster. His MAGA friends refuse to even read them.

It’s pretty frustrating!

Oh well.

Could be my Talarico sign out front. Could be that these privileged children really hate lawns. Could be that it's simply fun to give fat, middle-aged, sweaty women the finger when you have your whole life ahead of you and perpetual comfort. We may never know!

Yesterday as I was struggling to mow 8-inch, dense grass, an SUV full of teenagers drove by and one of them gave me the finger. They then parked a few houses down at one of the giant McMansions that replaced all of its lawn with turf last year.

Her face after I hand her a bill for the two un-cleanable pet beds and cat trees that she and her siblings have pooped on with infected poop. All gotta be thrown out and replaced once they leave.

That week that she died I was a coach at Girls Rock Camp Houston. Every day the girls got to dance and scream to loud music in this old cafeteria that had been painted black. I still remember the girls dancing wildly to “Mandinka” as the elders among us wiped tears from our eyes.