Little known fact: snow is undelivered mail accumulated over the centuries, pulverized by its own unbearable weight, trying to find its abandoned addressee.
Man! My knuckles were frozen, my nuts crunched from the crappy cushioning, the shitty heater fan and the constantly open windows. And it’s all accounted for in the fine print. Art1,sec 8, clause 7, requiring a flack vest upon entering between the hours of 12:01a.m. and 11:59p.m.
The only problem with an honest living is that it's most strongly advocated for by people who wouldn't know honest if it were tugging on their scrotum. (You can have that one)
Little known fact: snow is undelivered mail accumulated over the centuries, pulverized by its own unbearable weight, trying to find its abandoned addressee.
Another great piece man.
That’s pretty funny. Much appreciated
I lived in Indy for several years and was weirdly taken with the particular flavor of Nowhereness it offers. This really captures that
It has a distinctive lack of distinctiveness doesn’t it
Indiana-NoPlace fr fr
recalls, in name only, that 'Utopia' literally translates as 'no-place'
Man! My knuckles were frozen, my nuts crunched from the crappy cushioning, the shitty heater fan and the constantly open windows. And it’s all accounted for in the fine print. Art1,sec 8, clause 7, requiring a flack vest upon entering between the hours of 12:01a.m. and 11:59p.m.
koko (Keep On Keeping On)
Ah, so you know the life. Those LLV’s are a bitch
Some years ago, I saw a flyer for an event called A Taste of Southport Road. Since then I’ve wondered what it tasted like.
Probably gritty
The only problem with an honest living is that it's most strongly advocated for by people who wouldn't know honest if it were tugging on their scrotum. (You can have that one)
Thanks, TJ, appreciate that