It was smoked turkey.

Wasn’t this the baddie’s truck in Waterbabies?

Admit it. The tailgate shot was like a porn photo for you.

Capitalism cuts both ways bitches. Space the fucking seats apart more & drop the baggage fees and maybe we’ll talk.

Sounds like your cat doesn’t understand Daylight Savings Time.

The seats are stuffed with Coronavirus soaked rags.

David’s yard of misfit cars.

I have a friend who is a genius (musically). More than once, he had tried to leave our apartment building with his underwear over his pants. Was a very sweet, caring person, so maybe the right-wingers are the math geniuses.

The news.

He gives a knock and leaves the package. I stay in the office sans pants.

Prudes.

One of the benefits of working from home is working sans pants.

Was it at a dragstrip that also had Diesel Drags that night?

I filled up last weekend for $1.99/g at Wawa in Broward Co. FL.

You couldn’t count the number of Brach’s caramels from the self-serve rack I sampled waiting in line at the old Price Chopper deli counter.

Where I grew up, the relish tray and the number of discreet items on it, were a point of pride at certain old school steak houses. Relishes, pickled beets, chutneys, dilly beans, blue cheese crumbles, an onion based house steak sauces were all staples that would be found on the silver, multi-level tray they brought…

Brand-new ones untouched by other filthy humans, none from the public library that contain human soup remnants on their grimy, dirty pages.

I cut cheese the old-fashioned way. Then I exit the elevator.

Metallic animal print - Done.