Centuries are for the Birds
I rode 100 centuries this year. Does that make me a cuckoo?
With twitching talons, the eagle comes, soaring high on private updrafts to wheel lazy circles across the…
I rode 100 centuries this year. Does that make me a cuckoo?
With twitching talons, the eagle comes, soaring high on private updrafts to wheel lazy circles across the…
Twenty-twenty. The year that just kept on giving and giving and saying “open wider!” and shoving more shit in. Information, disinformation, bad news, bad opinion, hot takes, and impressive…