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February

on January 30, 2021

dumbass February greed Hunger weekend

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Winter

on January 27, 2021

Baseball Hall of Fame Kansas City Minnesota Super Bowl 55 Tampa

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on January 25, 2021

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Dreams

on January 22, 2021

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Just some thoughts

on January 11, 2021

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An end to the NFL Regular Season

on January 01, 2021

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Happy New Year 2021

on January 01, 2021

2021 e pluribus unum Happy New Year Hope Travel

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B.O.B.: Husband, dad, Grampa, bowler, BBQ fanatic, veterans advocate, hermit, Facebook freak, and sometimes Bitter ole Bastard. Also good friends with Saul, but that's another story.

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