‘GOD SAVE THE QUEEN’ is my anthem.

Cargo shorts and carpenter jeans are the way to go. I found the last pair of the latter in American at some random farm store in Iowa. Had them shipped to my house.

Every six months I go through a low point. An ‘oh God why.’ I cry in the car on the way home from work, thinking about my kids. Then I have a beer. Then another. And another.

Jesus Christ man.

Hey, another Harrisburgerererererer :-)

“Throw himself a one-man parade through the streets of Toronto?”

And yet somehow, horse racing has been making a comeback?

Oh fuck yes.

Four-year-old girl here. Sophia and Barbie are banned in our house.

First time I saw the show, I honestly thought it was Jack Black for a moment.

And yet every year G. Span would arrive in Harrisburg, hat in hand, to ask for more money. You can’t have it both ways.

Incorrect. Pennsylvania’s new Right-to-know laws are not that old. When the laws were enacted in the mid-late 90s/early 2000s, the exemption was created.

True story. I once pissed in a bar, at the bar.