So I’m across the street, kicking back and jawing with the neighbors when I look at my watch. “Holy crap, I’ve got 45 minutes to get the links done!” So you can be rest assured that tonight’s links will achieve the same lofty heights they have been known for in my mind.
Seriously, it’s time for the UN to become low rent housing.
Certainly this has nothing to do with DARPA secret squirrel shit.
The little shit wouldn’t take a bath.
I’ve flown out a few patients in helicopters, and I don’t like them.
Maybe we can talk her into a life in porn?
I don’t like small planes, either.
Speaking of people falling out of the sky, a little Jim Croce tonight.