Thursday, August 2, 2012

Not Sure About Chick-fil-A but I Do Know How He Feels About Going Out for Mexican


Who's up for making a Border Run for tortillas?  Paul?  Peter?  You fly and I'll buy... No, I'm NOT asking Judas...fucker ripped me out of my change last time AND ate my damned Gordita on the way back to the garden.
"We are very much supportive of the family -- the biblical definition of the family unit," Cathy said...

For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him?

Planting my flag solidly in the fly infested mound known as Don't Know/Don't Give Two Shits Hill provided that both groups of weirdos stay away from me and let me eat my delicious damned chicken sandwich in fucking peace.

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