A quick drive through the parking lot counting truck nuts would probably answer that.

Mind if I do a J?

As a mid-westerner, cars and driving is in my culture and DNA. For many of us, cars are our freedom machines, the only way to move on in life, the only way to get anywhere. I love to drive and I can drive almost anything. What I don’t like, is having to drive to survive, having to constantly be in a hurry.

Ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh… ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh… my uptown girrrrrl

uptown girl

She’s been living in her uptown world.

I read somewhere that many women will vote how their husbands and families vote, even if it’s bad for themselves.

Cat eats grass then pukes on the living room rug.

This is the third time I’ve read this comment today. I hope Joe Pesci or the sun aren’t trying to tell me something.

That’s Vladimir Futon to you, sir.

This has always been my plan since way back during the Cold War. I remember being taught in school to dive under the desk, duck and cover. I don’t want to survive the initial blast. The fallout will be so much worse. You can hide in the basement, I’m watching the fireworks.