More of a mental notebook for myself, and less of anything bordering on coherent, I’m home away from a weekend vacation in occasionally sunny Southern Pennsylvania. To come, stories of hillbilly golf, sub shop happy hour, the home of the $10 wave basket, old Peach Street, a… no, THE Y-shaped bridge, near miss with a potential tornado, shitty computer problems that are fixed with simple, yet pain in the ass solutions, and where YOU can get “fresh” hot dogs for a dollar, and a draft beer for not much more.
Also, why “Family Guy” is still so damn funny, even if they missed an obvious joke that would have made me hate them until the next gag involving male genitalia.
As for now, my face needs to hit a pillow.
Was it that Cleveland was “steamed” that his wife was screwing around on him? Because that was the first thing I thought of.