I defy you to not start the "boots and pants" Geico thing when the rhythm section starts. And keep doing it. Boots and pants and boots and pants and boots and pants...
The song I was listening to when I left Southern Maryland for the last time.
Well since I wrote my last entry yesterday, I figured I'd go for something today. I still don't feel the "need" here that I felt at OD. PB is kinda optional.
FacePlant on the other hand is just a necessary evil. If it weren't the only way I know what is going on with Mancub I would have dumped it long ago.
I have a large extended family. Some aunts and uncles I know, some I don't. I have dozens of cousins I have never met. This is all on dad's side - my Alabamians. His older brothers scattered to the four winds in the military and sprouted wherever they landed.
So I have cousins scattered from south Florida to southern California to the mid-west. Briefly I was the four corners closer when I was stationed in the Pacific Northwest.
One of the things that drive me crazy about my cousins is how overwhelmingly liberal are the one who didn't serve and how practically Nazi those who did are. That sentence doesn't make much sense if you think that Nazi was a German contraction for National Socialist party.
I have one cousin who I met briefly when her parents were on a roadtrip and stopped in Pensacola when I started flight school. She was just a little kid, but I remembered her name.
Now she is an academic. Okay a research librarian. A white girl in Tuscaloosa who married an African. As in Aziz Mohamed Mustapha Jihad. I don't know how to delete her from my FB because I am uninterested in hearing how hard her African born husbands life in Alabama tends to be.
After the OD group started on FB I made the mistake of okaying friend requests from a lot of people from OD. I regret that. Now instead of finding out how my son and his family are doing I get my daily inundation of loopy lefty propaganda.
But we can make it home.
On one headlight.
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