Michelle is in the mode. That means something big is up. The woman was born with wheels instead of legs. She lives for travel. I hate travel. Travel is work. It’s the actual getting there that I love.
Local elections were finally held this week—thank a merciful God—and no longer do we newspaper knobs need skip the “Letters to the Editor” section that, for at least a month now, has been hogged almost entirely by nepotistic nieces, nephews, nanas, gramps, moms, dads, sisters, and brothers pumping and pimping the virtues of their relatives running for county sheriff, county commish, city pothole counter, city restaurant roach control, city pit bull mauling coordinator, and whatever.
Just following biblical teaching
Why is it that there were more people standing in line to buy a savory deluxe chicken sandwich at the Chick-fil-A in
Elbert C. Crotchett
Elbert may “get it” but not sure I do. I think what old EL C is trying to say is, “I am a patriotic fudge packer that gets all riled up and rankled when others vote with their big bellies to protest same-same marriage among nipple-knockers and pole-smokers but I am too timid, too sheepish to step out of this closet just yet, so I write coded and confusing letters to the ed instead.”