So Bilbo took I-88 but got to the border of New York, said nah I’m good, then went back the way he came.

Frodo & Sam took a wrong turn at the Indiana border and then got lost until they wound up in Florida.

I’m suddenly reminded of some ai-death clock site I saw recently. It predicted my death on May 13st.

Okay.

But no little tiny tusks? No trunk? Lame. Is it so wrong to want a tiny mammoth I can hold in one hand?

Man my mother had us take cod liver oil with the usual multivitamin as kids. It tasted kinda bad, but otherwise meh. You know what it wasn’t though? A substitute for fucking vaccines. I just wish they’d had the chicken pox vaccine back then. That shit sucked.