This is one of my favorite pics of my wife. And yes we are in a juke joint. And yes I am drinking from a quart.
We said good bye to baseball last night, with a loss where our bats, our pitching and our fielding all went to pot. For the sake of my 12 […]
They might be whining like their bladders are about to explode, but they’re really just bored, or hungry, and they know I’m not stopping for anything short of a national emergency, so they wait until a rest area is out of reach, then lie about having to go to the bathroom so they can rape and pillage the candy aisle in some 7/11.