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JFB

JFB

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Wandering over in the dark from Old Dorg and (Com). I saw lights in the trees and smelled food. It's what I do.

In the meantime, I don't generally say much. When I do, I'm a purveyor of low-grade slice-of-life, usually about a quiet kid from a nowhere town who ends up in a decidedly non-magical adventure in a semi-magical land populated by angry people with automatic weaponry...sort of an '80s Coke & Communism adventure without the action tropes. I believe the proper term is White Trash Americana.

Apparently this is sometimes mistaken for talent...I'm weird like that.

Anyway, I'm late for dinner. Where's the trash cans?
 
Welcome, welcome.

I've not figured out yet where they stash the good big boomy stuff. But I suspect if I knock enough things over, I figure there's a fifty-fifty show I do or they kick me outta here first.
 
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