There are stories that many folks can tell you all hours of the day. But there is one that you simply cannot write, because you do not know the end. You must try to do your best so that if you fail, at least others who follow after you will be able to learn from your mistakes.
I have become politically involved in a fight due to the pressure of my tribe’s leadership.
This involves creating transparency in a field that invites outside monetary pressure upon the finite natural resources of a state known for its pristine natural resources.
Out of state toxic landfill trucking.
It was quite a public hearing tonight, in front of all those concerned citizens.
I hope to not fail in this fight.
There is the chance that I might end up in a landfill?
Do your best to mark your stance, so that others have a chance, after they pick up the pieces.
Everything you work for is fragile, if you think about it.
William C. Todd goes to town for his own sick version of fun.
This is shocking, 31 times. Andre McCollins.
Keith meets Mick. Hilarity ensues. Three months later, the Stones play live. Nice.
Let’s just have some fun, cool? Here’s our next president, Mitt, acting all gay and shit over a pink tie for his suit. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Seems that I forgot to post the link to the Weekend At Willies Stories chapter five last weekend here on TDC. Statschecker said low TDC visits...
I hope you like my stories. Sexual healing…
Make a kid’s dream come real. Cute.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
OK, One More For You.
Here is Waxy. You’re welcome, my friend. Don't forget to get back to work!
See you here at TDC on the weekend thing.