If the mothers of our country band together to force an assault weapons ban, then it will happen. That's more of an analytical statement than a personal feeling about gun control.
My mother Addie was born 89 years ago yesterday and we got a big ass pumpkin pie to celebrate it. Ma's influence on my life is profound.
I hit 5000 miles on the bike yesterday. Not bad for an older fella with a fucked up knee.
We belong to the YWCA which just happens to be across from a Little Ceasar's Pizza. Hey Sporty, a five dollar pizza isn't all that f-ing bad.
I feel like a bit of a shitheel for bringing home a stocking cap that was lost near the sledding hill at a nearby park. It's a Carhartt. Junior should keep better track of his shit.