Considering there’s been a robin attacking his reflection in my window for the past two weeks, I think that scene should be Robin walking into the glass door instead. And then getting belligerent and taking a swing at it.

Last time I looked it was illegal to go over posted speed limits.  Fuck these guys. Driving from the absolute worst center of this pandemic through the entire country.

I’m looking for a van to convert into an ambulance for a really long high speed road trip but this is a bit pricey for that.

Crack Pipe because Doug says so.

Waiting for that cat licking the plate to knock the next domino over is as tense as a Hitchcockian thriller.

It’s going to be weird seeing the new Corvette’s what rolling around the street?

But a dustpan and broom...

Hard to be sneaky with a tow truck.

Have some gin. Have a ginormous amount of gin. With Ginny the  giraffe.

Can I play?

Streets of Fire, baby!

Let’s hair it for Jason!  We love you, Jason, and everything about you!

Back in the War, I was proud to serve on the sub De Palma.

What a bizarre hangup you have.

She went all Dukes of Hazzard on Daisy Avenue. Do we even need to ask what kind of pants she was wearing?

Any word if Uncle Jessie, Cooter, and the Duke Cousins are planning to break Daisy out?

The boulder got knocked 30 feet away?  She really was stoned!

I got a French Dispatch for ya! “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même Wes Anderson.”