#2
Those were the days in Saguaro Country. One hundred and eleven degrees in Phoenix doesn’t compare to one hundred and twenty one degrees in Death Valley, yet there I was crawling lost in the desert desperately searching for water with hallucinations of free beer 🍺 in my head. That’s when my survival training skills kicked in…knowing full well that the free Tranny Beer was just a mirage…
#7
I’m not saying if you turn the scissors upside down they closely resemble some reported alien sightings…but I’m saying if you turn the scissors ✂️ upside down they closely resemble some reported alien sightings.
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#2
Those were the days in Saguaro Country. One hundred and eleven degrees in Phoenix doesn’t compare to one hundred and twenty one degrees in Death Valley, yet there I was crawling lost in the desert desperately searching for water with hallucinations of free beer 🍺 in my head. That’s when my survival training skills kicked in…knowing full well that the free Tranny Beer was just a mirage…
Those were the days in Sbarro Country. I was at Grand Central Station looking for some take-out . . . that’s when my train skills kicked in.
I went to the Amtrak dining car.
I talked to a train conductor — HornPipe — who had retired seventeen years previously. True story, Jack!
#7
I’m not saying if you turn the scissors upside down they closely resemble some reported alien sightings…but I’m saying if you turn the scissors ✂️ upside down they closely resemble some reported alien sightings.
#8
Few people realize, or for that matter give a damn, that 19 midgets can fit inside a Smart Car. 🚗