We have to strip down to our bare feet before we are allowed passage to the airport terminal. Our liquid is limited to the bare minimum. Laptops have to go into separate bins. We are placed in capsules where our bodies are scanned in search of potential weapons before we are reunited with our belongings one by one.…
Le sigh. Time to wash again.
But Mother Nature had already started ejaculating on it as I was putting my things away, so this whole endeavor was but an exercise in futility. When I come to power, all trees will be fined heavily for pollinating.
This time a little more LC500 and a little less M6. Old on bottom.
Hopefully this shuts up the mice under my hood.
Creole dry rub with a hint of garlic and cayenne, bake 22 minutes on both sides, then seared in a cast iron skillet with butter.
Remembering the time I worked at GOLDBERG GOLDBERG GOLDBERG AND GOLDBERG.
This is a meat.
It came to me in a freak brainwave.
LET’S TALK ABOUT THE TOY CARS