I've been in a bit of a funk lately. I guess having one of your people die in an accident and having the standard set of school-kid illnesses ravage the household for the weeks that follow kind of kills your muse. Having lunch with my cousins James and Bob today helped pull me out of the funk. It took some really stupid jackasses to bring back the muse, though.
When life gives you lemons. Make lemonade. And when some loser comes along and robs your lemonade stand, hunt the sum'bitch down.
How much does smoking really cost? Try $250,000 and twenty years. The captain has lit the face punching and racial epithet lights. Please remain seated with your seat belt fastened tightly across your lap when you finish assaulting the flight attendants.
But flying is SO uncomfortable when it's stuck up my ass. I guess this brings a new meaning to the term "coke head" ... I mean it, this lady was wiggin'.
Hat tip all to FARK.com
Son of Dracula (1943)
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