Four Day. Survived a full blown gallop to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill. And on the restart of schule. Of course there were schmucklets aplenty on the roadways, many bent on killing themselves and, if they could, myself in the process. One may only hope they will do so before they reproduce.
One of the good things about going Nawth on Wednesdays is that I often don’t have to delve into FaceScroll with all of its abysmal grammar, political cancer, and sociopathic “friends”.
When are we going to realize that politicians will tell any lie to enhance – in their view – their probability of election and quit defending them. If they are messiahs, it is the false kind.
And on the grammar/touchiness thing. How many of you are among the driving schmucklets?