A Meaty Dilemna
When Meat barged through my front door this morning, I knew he was having an existential crises. He didn't, but I did.
Indulge me please. There's a rocket headed for the moon and I've got some thoughts.
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Indulge me please. There's a rocket headed for the moon and I've got some thoughts. |
It's bad example season on the local airwaves. Some of you might prefer its other moniker, primary season. |
You know what's taken a big hit in the last few years? Bingo cards. |