Labor Day Weekend? Still, “Did you ever see Dallas from DC 9 at night?”
Estate issues, paperwork issues, and tissues.
“My vice used to be sex, but he’s dead now.”
I can’t make this stuff up.
“Don’t tell Kramer, he won’t like it, but I put beer in my home made soups.”
No, I really can’t make this stuff up.
At the Starbucks, in Temple (TX), right-hand side of the road, headed to Dallas, they had, I can’t make this up, I’m sure I got a phone picture, Pumpkin Spice Latté. In August. When it’s close to hundred degrees and humid.
Eggs on the sideboard:
“What are you going to do with those?” I asked.
“Oh, we’ll hatch them.”
No, I mean for sure, I can’t make this stuff up.