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RED Friday, y'all

@rocknrollofall Grace Slick

Who's your favourite female vocalist?

@Arkypatriot Damned odd, Arky. Down here in MS it sells for 2.50 - 4.50

$6.19 for a bag of ice. Casey’s in Van Buren AR. Not artisan. Not flavored. Not harvested from a Himalayan glacier Frozen tap water. I remember when ice was the thing gas stations basically gave away so you’d come inside and buy a Gatorade. Now it costs more than the Gatorade. We have somehow as a civilization figured out how to make frozen water a luxury purchase. The ingredient list is literally: water. That’s it. One item. We froze it. And yet here we are. What’s your “I’m freezing my own from now on” price? Are those countertop ice cube makers worth it?

Eye don’t care.

@Milajoy We change to the game channel to avoid the screeching harridan. No way we're allowing that sonic assault in our living room

Jessica Tarlov makes The Five UNWATCHABLE.

@Arkypatriot @LisaFox78 I'll offer up Possum Trot KY, and Soso, MS. Possum Trot for obvious reasons, and Soso from the train mail deliveries in the 1800s. The conductor would ask the postmaster how it's going, as the train slowed down, and his reply was always "so-so".

A happy happy good Tuesday to all. Welcome to Arkansas, where someone was either drinking moonshine when they decided to name some towns or they were comedic geniuses. Today’s post is a collaboration with @LisaFox78 • Marked Tree: Named after a historic oak tree along the river that Native Americans and explorers used as a landmark; the original tree famously washed away in an 1890 flood. • Toadsuck: Named after early steamboat captains who would gather at a local tavern and "suck on the bottle until they swelled up like toads." • Possum Grape: Formed as a hilarious compromise when half the town wanted to name it "Possum" and the other half wanted "Grape." • Goobertown: Named by Civil War veterans who settled there to raise peanuts, which were traditionally called "goobers." • Greasy Corner: Earned its name after a restaurant waiter (who also worked as a car mechanic) accidentally served a farmer food with auto grease on the plate. • Flippin: Named after a local farmer, Thomas Flippin though it was originally and hilariously called Goatville. • Weiner: Named after a railroad official, creating a permanent hotspot for tourists looking to take a funny highway sign photo. • Oil Trough: Named in the 1800s when French hunters used hollowed-out wooden troughs to float bear fat down the river to market. • Smackover: A rough English translation of the original French name given by early settlers: Sumac Couvert (meaning "covered in sumac bushes"). • Bald Knob: Named after a massive, prominent ridge of stone that was completely bare of trees, serving as a landmark for pioneers. • Fifty-Six: Simply named after the local school district number (District 56) when the town established its first post office. . Hogeye. Tucked away in Washington County between Fayetteville and West Fork, Hogeye is a real unincorporated community and yes, the signs are selfie magnets. The most widely accepted explanation for the name is delightfully simple: early settlers supposedly joked that the little settlement was “no bigger than a hog’s eye.” The nickname stuck, and eventually the community became known as Hogeye. What’s even funnier is that the place wasn’t always called Hogeye. Historical records show the community was known at different times as Billingsley, Glenroy, and Moffitt before the colorful local nickname won out. It was also home to a Butterfield Overland Mail stop and a post office dating back to the 1850s, so beneath the funny name is a surprisingly rich history. And in true Arkansas fashion, we embraced the name so much that Northwest Arkansas even has the Hogeye Marathon, originally named because it ran from Fayetteville out to the community of Hogeye. So what do you think? Which ones did we miss and let’s hear about the funny names in your state! 👇🏻

@RealJamesWoods What a cucking funt!

Democrats tell us who they are every day.

MORE ABOUT HILLARY CLINTON As some of you know, I was the Air Force Military Aide for Bill Clinton, lived in the White House, traveled everywhere they traveled, and carried the “nuclear football.” As such, I was always in close proximity to both Bill and Hill. Among the military who served in the White House and the professional White House staff, the Clinton administration was infamously known for its lack of professionalism and courtesy, though few ever spoke about it. But when it came to rudeness, it was Hillary Clinton who was the most feared person in the administration. She set the tone. From the very first day in my assignment. When I first arrived to work in the White House, my predecessor warned me. “You can get away with pissing off Bill but if you make her mad, she’ll rip your heart out.” I heeded those words. I did make him mad a few times, but I never really pissed her off. I knew the ramifications. I learned very quickly that the administration’s day-to-day character, whether inside or outside of DC, depended solely on the presence or absence of Hillary. Her reputation preceded her. We used to say that when Hillary was gone, it was a frat party. When she was home, it was “Schindler’s List.” In my first few days on the job, and remember I essentially lived there, I realized there were different rules for Hillary. She instructed the senior staff, including me, that she didn’t want to be forced to encounter us. We were instructed that “whenever Mrs. Clinton is moving through the halls, be as inconspicuous as possible.” She did not want to see “staff” and be forced to “interact” with anyone. No matter their position in the building. Many a time, I’d see mature, professional adults, working in the most important building in the world, scurrying into office doorways to escape Hillary’s line of sight. I’d hear whispering, “She’s coming, she’s coming!” I could be walking down a West Wing hallway, midday, busier than hell, people doing the administration’s work whether in the press office, medical unit, wherever. She’d walk in and they’d scatter. She was the Nazi schoolmarm and the rest of us were expected to hide as though we were kids in trouble. I wasn’t a kid, I was a professional officer and pilot. I said “I’m not doing that.” There was also a period of time when she attempted to ban military uniforms in the White House. It was the reelection year of 1996, and she was trying to craft the narrative that the military was not a priority in the Clinton administration. As a military aide, carrying the football, and working closely with the Secret Service, I objected to that. It simply wasn’t a matter of her political agenda; it was national security. If the balloon went up, the Secret Service would need to find me as quickly as possible. Seconds matter. Finding the aide in military uniform made complete sense. Besides, what commander in chief wouldn’t want to advertise his leadership and command? She finally relented because the Secret Service weighed in. The Clintons are corrupt beyond words. Hillary is evil, vindictive, and profane. Hillary is a bitch.

@atensnut This POS needs to consume vast quantities of feces and expire.

Do your thing internet. Let’s find out who this disgusting BUM is.

@libsoftiktok This POS needs to consume vast quantities of feces and expire.

Leftist’s message to Trump: “I really genuinely hope you die in the most horrific public way. Shoot yourself in public.” Make this POS famous x.com/nowthisimpact/…

@DontSteponmyBSS @mattvanswol 🤣😂🤣

🚨HOLY CRAP!!! ANOTHER MASSIVE "teen-takeover" occurred in downtown Houston last night where over 500 "teens" SWARMED downtown... ...AND THEN BEGAN PUNCHING EACH OTHER, THROWING ROCKS, JUMPING ON CARS AND MULTIPLE REPORTS OF SH0TS FIRED!!!! WHERE ARE THEIR PARENTS?!!!!!!!!

@Arkypatriot Arky, as a late night rock DJ in the 60s, this tune was a great "I got to GO" song that provided enough time for relief 😎

Sunday vibe. Boomer trivia This wasn’t just “old rock.” This was psychedelic hard rock turning into heavy metal right in front of everybody. When Iron Butterfly released In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida on June 14 1968, that 17-minute title track was a monster hypnotic organ, heavy guitar, pounding drums, and one of the most famous drum solos of the era. It was weird. It was loud. It was trippy. It was not made for polite background music. And it became a huge deal because it helped open the door for hard rock, progressive rock, and the heavier sound that bands would run with in the 1970s. Before arena rock had a name, before metal became metal, there was this strange, heavy, psychedelic beast of a song shaking the walls. 1968 was wild. And Iron Butterfly made sure everybody heard it. It was trance, it was outrageously progressive. Do you remember?

@RealJamesWoods A step further: masticate large quantities of steaming feces and expire. Bitch.

Thank you for the advice, sir . I am humbly aware that offensive language is the real issue in politics today. Who cares about fixed elections, crime, or child trafficking, when offensive syntax should clearly be seen as our real enemy? Just kidding. Eat shit. #INSTABLOCK

@rocknrollofall Gotta go with the Glimmer Twins

What's the greatest duo of all time in your opinion?

If it’s a day that ends in y, it’s another day that Trump court of appeals nominees can't answer basic questions like who won the 2020 election.

I’m so over this sh*t! Make Asylums Great Again!

Let’s take a break from all of the amazing European fans raving about our great country. May I submit…Carnival Cruise Lines. Don’t show our young, bedazzled, European friends, yet. They’re not ready. 🤣

Wow… this looks strangely familiar… something about all of these videos that have the same thing in common.. but I can’t quite put my finger on it..

@rocknrollofall Nope, Stevie slayed them all. He even out-Jimied Jimi!

Can you name a better guitarist? I don't think so.

Fans? You misspelled “teens.”