Not even recent Frogs are showing solidarity and knuckling up. See what you did to us @CoachSonnyDykes

Hold on now, @tymyers settin’ folks on fire here. open.spotify.com/track/7jNsE…

I've always said that this one was gonna feel like a family member.. and it does. Goodnight, Tennessee mountain Queen ⛰️👑🥺💔 youtu.be/Q3Z5pfi8-uY?is=Lhxc…

DAWG

USA. Every store shouts the same two words when you enter: "Welcome in!" The first time, I stopped in the doorway and answered formally. "I am honored to be received." By the time I finished my bow, the clerk was gone. Folding shirts somewhere. The welcome had been issued, and the issuer had moved on. In Japan, a greeting is a transaction. Both sides complete it. Here, apparently, the welcome is fired into the air like a cannon salute, and you simply walk through the smoke. I investigated. I entered the same store five times in one afternoon. "Welcome in!" — five times. Equal warmth. ZERO recognition. By the fourth entry I was certain she knew my face. Still: "Welcome in!" Fresh. Bright. Automatic. Like a temple bell that rings whenever the wind moves it. On the fifth entry, I tested her directly. "It is me again." "Welcome in!" Magnificent. The welcome is not FOR you. The welcome is weather that happens to include you. That woman would greet the door itself if the wind opened it, and the door would feel welcomed, because the welcome is real even though it is aimed at nothing. I asked her, finally: how many times a day do you say it? She thought. "Like... four hundred?" Four hundred welcomes a day. That woman has welcomed more souls than most shrines. She should be registered somewhere. I told her this. She said, "Aw." A bell does not choose who hears it. It rings, and the rung are blessed. On my way out she called "Have a good one!" — and I, out of pure momentum, replied "Welcome in!" A silence. Then she said it back. "Welcome in." We are both bells now, America. I peaked in your country at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday, in a doorway, and everything since has been descent.

What a time to be alive. Between this and @ColterWall 4x4 Time, it does not get better. open.spotify.com/track/1gu6B…

Every city should have this, their own arrangement, as a signature.

Bout fuggin time

“Baseball was life, and I was good at it.”

INJECT IT INTO MY VEINS

Yes

Angine de Poitrine 色物かと思いきや…出だし12秒辺りのスネア連打の柔らかさでおっ！っとなり、次のクロマチックのベースも良く、1分7秒辺りからアウトフレーズ弾き出したと思いきやそっちをループで残すという荒技。さらにそこから倍テン…発想が見事。ぜひ聴いて欲しい。 youtu.be/0Ssi-9wS1so?si=PcgE…

Rodeo shows always have a gem in the schedule. Got to see Ms. Presley Haile last night. Also she’s got a rad roadrunner tattoo on her upper arm. 🤌🏼#IYKYK #LoneStarStateofMind

Hmm how about that.

open.spotify.com/album/5l0Py… @bradluttrell @Jaypotta

Fix your fuggin hat. You’re too old to be playing at this NY stoop dweller role. @JohnLeguizamo

Some interesting Marine Trivia👇🏼Hope you like it In 1952, a young Korean stable boy named Kim Huk Moon faced an impossible choice. His sister had stepped on a landmine. She needed an artificial leg, but the family had no money. So Kim sold the only thing of value he had: a small Mongolian mare named Ah Chim Hai—"Flame of the Morning." A U.S. Marine lieutenant named Eric Pedersen paid $250 for the horse. He needed a pack animal to carry heavy ammunition up the steep Korean mountains where no truck could go. The Marines renamed her Reckless. But Reckless was never treated like a mule. She was treated like a Marine. She roamed freely through camp. She slept in the tents with the men on cold nights. She ate scrambled eggs at the mess hall, drank beer with the platoon in the evenings, and once devoured $30 worth of poker chips. She was their mascot. But in March 1953, she became their savior. The Battle for Outpost Vegas was one of the bloodiest clashes of the Korean War. The Chinese launched a massive assault, raining artillery down on the Marines at a rate of 500 rounds per minute. The Marines on the ridgeline were running out of ammunition for their 75mm Recoilless Rifles—their only defense against enemy bunkers. The shells weighed 24 pounds each. No vehicle could reach the gun pits. The ammo had to be carried by foot up a 45-degree incline through a no man's land of explosions and sniper fire. Reckless went to work. Her handler loaded her pack with shells, slapped her on the flank, and she started climbing—alone. When she reached the firing positions, the Marines unloaded the ammo. Reckless turned around, walked back down, and came back for more. She did this 51 times in a single day. She walked over 35 miles on steep terrain, most of it under direct enemy fire. She carried over 9,000 pounds of ammunition on her back. She was wounded twice. Shrapnel cut her above the eye and tore into her flank. She didn't stop. She didn't spook. Gunnery Sergeant Joe Latham had trained her to respond to the word "Incoming!" When she heard it, she would drop to the ground and crawl into a trench to wait out the explosion. Then she'd get back up and keep walking. On her trips back down the mountain, she didn't go empty. She carried wounded Marines to the medical station. Because of the ammunition she delivered, the Marines held Outpost Vegas. After the war, Reckless was not left behind in Korea. She was brought to the United States. In 1954, she was promoted to Sergeant—and in 1959, the Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Randolph Pate, promoted her again to Staff Sergeant in a ceremony with a 19-gun salute and 1,700 Marines marching in her honor. She outranked her own handler. She spent her retirement at Camp Pendleton, where she gave birth to four foals: Fearless, Dauntless, Chesty, and one filly who did not survive. When she died on May 13, 1968, she was buried with full military honors. Her decorations include two Purple Hearts, a Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal, and two Presidential Unit Citations. In 2016, she was posthumously awarded the Dickin Medal—the Victoria Cross for animals. She wasn't a horse. She was a Marine. ~Professor Calcue

This Fuggin guy is delightful! 🤣

Got that DAWG in him

Vibin’, waitin’ on winter storm Fugg Face Fern. Wyd? @Jaypotta open.spotify.com/track/682IB…