RABBIT, RABBIT. JULY 1, 2025.

Rabbit rabbit. It is traditional to start the year and the months with something lucky, and rabbit rabbit is lucky. In Florida they say alligator alligator instead, which accounts for all the goofy things that happen there.

Wise men stay out of Florida. That's where the booga booga lives.
As well as alligators that raid your trash can.
And use your doggie door.

One of the dreams last night was about something banned in libraries in Florida. No, not drag-queen story hour, or anything about evolution or vaccines. But trust me, worth it.

And it wasn't food related. Everything in Florida is either greasy or fried.
Including highway frog mash, served on a Cuban roll.
Crispy and green.

No, I've never been to Florida. Why do you ask?

Do I really need to visit a place where the weather is in the nineties, with high humidity and relatives of De Santis, Rubio, and other rightwing Cuban blowhards everywhere?
Besides the narco-trafficantes and inbred Southern sherriffs?
Kind of like Guantanamo with corndogs.


As I understand it, they're still waiting for the twenty fifth and twenty sixth letters of the alphabet to drop. There is great curiosity. They've heard so much about it.
Maybe they'll finally take up reading.


Avoid Florida, at all costs.
Rabbit rabbit.



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