Meet Felix Fontaine: emotionally clairvoyant, fabulously over it, and armed with a slap that resets lives. Welcome to Bitch, I’m Fabulous™ — A SCRIPT-COMS™ series told from the dyslexic, diagonally gifted mind of someone who thinks trauma should come with wardrobe changes. Come for the sass. Stay for the emotional reconstruction. New episodes weekly. First slap is free.

Where sports are involved, I'm a firm believer in a solid knowledge and command of the basics. Shooting rubber bands, as with any big game, requires a similar background. While you are probably more acquainted with domesticated rubber bands, which are plentiful and easily captured, rubber bands in the wild prove much more elusive.

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Okay Chris Harrison looks like you've got a new job coming up soon not like it would be a bad thing no offense but I think you're running out of things to do! Cin¢ vs consent ok!

So if family feuds for everybody what does Steve wilkos for? Only the elite are they the ones who only matter?

Introduction Let’s get real: Who’s going to bend over for the CIA first—the sheriff or the cartel? Car-tell me why, or did I stutter? In this episode of “CSI: Can’t Solve It,” we’ve got missing officers, a command center full of chaos, and a cast of characters who flop harder than a tuna out of water. If you thought law enforcement was all about order, buckle up—because this is more like a clown car at a shrimp rodeo.

Cops vs. Cartel: Two Sides of the Same Shady Coin (Or: Why Colonel Mustard Keeps Her Butter Knife Handy at All Times)

Sometimes I Worry About This Country: Colonel Mustard’s Prayerful Perspective (Or: Why My Knees Are Sore for All the Wrong Reasons)

When the Badge Gets Tarnished: Colonel Mustard’s Guide to Calling Out Domestic Violence (Or: Why Kindergarteners with Gold Stars Are Scarier Than Some Cops)

Butter Knives and Brick Walls: Why Some Politicians Shouldn’t Even Be Allowed Near Toast (A Political Reality Check with Colonel Mustard)

How to Avoid Being on the Next Episode of Snapped (A Common Sense Survival Guide from Colonel Mustard and Her Trusty Butter Knife)

Now in her 30s, Lizzie McGuire is navigating adulthood in Los Angeles. She works in digital marketing, still journals her thoughts (with a new “animated” inner voice), and leans on old friends as new life challenges emerge—career setbacks, dating disappointments, family drama, and rediscovering who she is all over again.

Don’t ask questions, but question everything. A 2 part story about one of my first memories as a Paramedic many years ago.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, and have passed on, to all the families out there, a good dad or a bad dad. A family still isn't it without one, love/like them today, it's still their day, and here is a short story for them. (Sorry, I was late. I was busy on Father's Day and couldn't post anything early, just in case my dad saw it. Also, check out my Instagram faye_ink to see hand-drawn pictures of this story.)

Left follows right…right follows left…night follows day…animals follow their instincts…and younger siblings often follow their older siblings down the same career path; sometimes with remarkable results. Look at Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë; or, Orville and Wilbur Wright; John, Robert and Teddy Kennedy; Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears; Ulysses and Cary Grant.

Vanquished From the Catbird’s Seat By P H Burns The gaping door, the swinging perch, No chirping to be heard. Esther saw the cage was light… By just about one bird. No ripple in the water dish, Nor feathers in the bed.

This story is about a guy who didn't have toilet paper after a disaster in the bathroom after taco night.

Gwendolyn is embroiled in a bitter battle with the pug next door. I believe she blames him for the hole in the front yard. The neighbors have done their best to back my explanation that the hole is the responsibility of the German Shepard down the street, but she isn’t having any of it.

First, to newscasters who report “The car, It swerved to miss the cat and wound up in the neighbor’s living room”, or “The Governor, She signed the bill, but used invisible ink”; Stop it.

Soon, the Great Red Menace was no longer confined to its basket. It snaked across the Persian rug, a vibrant crimson river flowing through the living room. Pipkin, the intrepid explorer, followed its course, batting, biting, and generally wreaking havoc. He tangled himself in a particularly long stretch, rolling across the floor in a furry, red-tinged tumbleweed.