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(This has been a public service announcement from Eric Robert Nolan.)

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They’d *BETTER* thank me.

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Welp. It’s a good thing I’m a pluviophile.

(They’re gonna thank me one day for keeping detailed files on Pluto.)

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Cheer up, Tucker.

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Things will look up!  Maybe you’ll get a date with that Green M&M you’re so hot for.

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(Hopefully not too soon.)

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I think I am going to have “Oh Shit, Was That Today?” inscribed on my tombstone.

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GYMKATA!!

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Why did I buy white sweatpants? Was I pretending to be a gymnast?

They are also way too big — like maybe MC Hammer joined the KKK for some reason.

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Toucan play at that game.

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Mystery blue-green gunk on my windowsill. Like two unhealthy toucans stopped by there to gather their strength.

Yes, I do realize that “two unhealthy toucans” are my go-to suspects for all sorts of things, because my mind is weird like that. But this time it actually kinda fits.

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Product placement totally works.

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I’ve been jonesing for Chef Boyardee Ravioli ever since the now famous exchange between Joel and Ellie on HBO’s “The Last of Us” (2023).

Look at what I brought home from the store.

It actually is tasty stuff, though.

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Graffiti in Roanoke, Virginia, April 2023

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I love this town — even the graffiti is polite and upbeat.  I may never leave.

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It’s okay. Jesus forgives *ALL* my bad puns.

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Easter — the holy day on which pun lovers everywhere tell the risen Jesus that it’s nice tomb meet him.

Update — someone on Facebook just told me to “Savior the moment!”

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“The Southern Diner Short Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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How about some mozzarella
for this 50-year-old fella?

Gimme just enough eggs and cheese
to stop my frikkin’ arteries, please.

Share your cheer and take my money.
No, I don’t mind if you call me “Honey.”

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Photo credit: Sarah Stierch (CC BY 4.0)