1938 Packard

I used to think a lot about becoming an interstate truck driver. The problem was that watching movies like, "Smokey and the Bandit" gave me the wrong ideas about what the job is. Well, I met a few actual truckers and they all wish they could be somewhere else.

I dunno... Look where I'm at. Supermarkets, three in walking distance. Job, twenty minutes walk. Doctors, they crowd almost every block. Philadelphia, train ride. New York, there in less than three hours. Banks, three blocks away. Dance clubs, movies, clothing stores, and even a giant slingshot ride... all very close by. It's not like I'm still in California, where everything that's worth reaching involves sitting in a five hour long traffic jam.

This ride is totally you.

Technically, nobody in the U.S. actually owns a car. They just pay rent to the insurance companies for the privilege of driving one. You don't believe that? Try driving without insurance.

When totally autopilot cars become the rule, rather than the anomaly, I will end up buying one.

Melatonin tablets, 10mg work best.

Posie, from Mission Hill

Brickfist.

The name doesn't even sound like that of a clothing store. Better suited for second rate appliances.

She's not the only one who will have the button. Takes time, though.

Get the chips, the dips, the roast beef hoagies, the Red Bull, the beer for those who do beer and all the little cheese cubes on toothpicks. Get meaty pizza too while you're at it. Park everybody in front of the TV and take bets on what product or service has the most ridiculous commercials. That's right, folks. The commercials are more interesting than the show unless you're talking about some scantily clad cheerleaders.

Photobucket was easy enough.

Does anybody brag about what they bought there?

Link broken.

Put a ring on what?

But they got the riches. You give them any shit, they'll put you in stitches. They like to think they're witches, always playing with the switches.

Hoo hee?

Hey! Somebody come here, quick! Bring a voice print reader...

Politically, she's another Archie Bunker conservative. She's the most fun on the Boardwalk in the summer. I don't have to talk much. She does enough talking for both of us.

Check the props in her room. Especially the cat food bag.

They're still in the plankton category. http://marinesciencetoday.com/2013/10/25/all-things-plankton/

¿Isn't it better than marathon denial? Yip yip! Haw haw haw!