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As a Texan friend of mine would say, the USPS tracking website is about as useless as tits on a boar.

After using the USPS tracking system, I am not, also as a texan would say, happier than a puppy with two peters.

I suspect that it was designed by some backward-ass country fuck (also as a Texan would say).

Yes, can you tell that over the past few days, I've been working a lot with a Texan? You can, now.

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For tonight's festivities, I arranged for it to be a potluck. However, when I went to the store, I purchased additional provisions just in case. Heck, whatever we don't consume tonight goes with me to the gaming session tomorrow.

I think the lads might appreciate that. I've got rum cake in the oven, and the Cuban pancake sandwiches will only need to be warmed up on the griddle when company arrives.

I've got Dido on the box, and life is good!

Thanks, Bill Maher

for:
"Why don't we just call it [SUVs] what it is, a Giant Ford Fuckyoumobile."