I think it's safe to say that's not Eden Park.
And that's not a motor lodge. Welcome to Los Angeles. No chocolate fish here, everyone is on Ozempic.
Work From Pool. Jamie Dimon was right after all.
Always two there are. A master. And an apprentice.
These aren't the steak and cheese pies from the BP down the road.
Suburban SoCal. I mean if you're going to pay extortionate taxes in a dysfunctional blue state run by a crook you might as well get a pool, am I right? And a crook with good hair.
Billionaires Roe. I'm more of a thousandaires kind of guy myself. You'll find those tins in the canned tuna aisle.
If you can't read it, it's probably good.
Venice Beach. Where the influencers hang. What's a blog? Is that like a scroll or something?
By the time you finish complaining about the heat we'll already be back below freezing.
Speaking of influencers, here's how you too can Make American Geek Again.
Engine failure over the Sierra Nevada. I believe the last time a family got stuck in these parts things went downhill when they ran out of stroopwafels.
Luckily a new plane, a new engine, and new bags of chips are available.
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