Hang On

I ain’t going to lie to y’all. There is just no point to that. When you buy a ticket to the dance, you eventually have to shine your shoes. It has been a good ride. Beach vacations, bar-b-cue sandwiches, delicious beers. The candy corn sprinkled trail to hell. It is time to lock it down. I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here. I called the cops on this party.

I have scheduled appointments with a few special advisers. Dr. Santos next week in Bellview, FL and Oak Mountain PhD for St. Patrick’s Day weekend. Wrecking Ball can’t stay broken forever and when he comes back I can’t disappoint him.

Let’s review the recipe for success.

Brown rice
Kale

Mmmmm, delicious.

Juancho

3 Responses to Hang On

  1. If y’all wanted to come out to Lloyd, I would happily give you some barely-chicken-nipped collard greens. And maybe a few blue eggs. You can buy your brown rice at the damn store.

  2. Craft draughts and cheese samplers is what I recommend. Oh, and brunch at Mockingbird is my new vice with hollandaise on just about everything!