That’s Camry kind of lunacy there.

Vasek Polak

I dont’t think Calvin’s dad was a Reb, but the Chevette checks a lot of the boxes in the bland column.

I count 8 head lights.

Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman.

In 2013 I dodged a large caliber malignant melanoma bullet on my back that required a big surgery and several follow ups to insure I was clear of the evil worm. The day after I was given the all clear I bought a brand new BMW 1200 RT. I just clicked 88,888 miles on it this week.

Cigar smoke.

Cigar smoke.

You left off the “c”.

My ‘69 GT Mustang....

There’s a Times Square in Florida?

Smugshot. Still hasn’t hit bottom yet.

When the the core product that generates a business it’s income is information, entertainment, discussion and viewpoint delivered primarily in words, sentences and paragraphs one would assume an above average level of literacy and composition skills be required to operate a keyboard for that business. In lieu of that…

He serves a purpose.... As did Schulz The Hammer for the Flyers in the early 70's. An enforcer on skates. (Albeit, The Hammer could score, too.)

Where can I get my ten minutes back from reading all that?

The Big, Bigger and Giant Brother implications to our dwindling privacy and freedom to move about without a nose, (or myriad noses) up our arse is more and more depressing by the day.

I stand corrected! Well done, sir.

Call your physician for an erection lasting more than 50 exits.

The headline should read, “Bears Really Do Shit In The Woods!” Of course people will get more boning done in autonomous cars. I’ll have a bigger problem with autonomotos when the reliability, trust and commonality kick in and every 8th grader on the the west side of Los Angeles will have one in the…

World’s best job.

Bingo. I just got back a little breakfast and gagged.