Omar Mung

What are you so happy about, roo? An Amazon shipment, no doubt.

I will hatch a God-damned masterpiece out of it, that egg. Or an aneurysm. Or something along those lines.

This guy from my hometown, trying to pass a school bus on a highway, crashed his truck right into a tree. He escaped the wreck, just before the ruptured fuel tank caught fire and scorched everything, but he fled into the roadway where traffic killed him. Anyway, he once quit his after school job at [...]

My sister taped a note on a Mylarâ„¢ balloon. A hunter found her message, crash-landed low in a pine tree on some Vermont mountainside. View Larger Map

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Wet Brain Syndrome can be.

I had a reoccurring dream when I was five or six that I was voluntarily buried alive without a casket under a tree in our front yard. And there I’d hang out in total darkness, for some reason completely exhilarated. Also, the wine store guy was talking about how bad it’s getting because no one’s [...]

All-curing miracle elixir made from: -sea-turtle egg omelettes -bullets fired across the Iran/Iraq border

Promised recap of cross-nation life-uproot experiement: Now On File In the ‘Go West, young man,’ prescription bottle label fine print where it says ‘NO REFILLS,’ it also lists the Mo’ Better Ratio as—3:1. So all those times where Tom Petty is singing from, say, oh radios, into your zone about ‘No Place Like California,’ or [...]

When I’ve cleaned away all the grease, and allergens…