Because I am sooooo alliterate. But enough about you, let’s talk about me. Whenever my family tries to arrange a plan to meet for something that celebrates my father (i.e. his birthday, Father’s Day, the anniversary of that time he shot down an enemy aircraft and saved countless lives including the President only to find […]
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Bathrooms That Freak People Out
So last night, we took my Dad to dinner for Father’s Day at Logan’s Roadhouse, which is one of those places with peanut shells all over the floor, very-American music (a new genre I just coined that consists of three sub-genres: country, western, and Bruce Springsteen) and yeast rolls that act like heroin in your […]
