Wasn’t that my exact complaint to my mom back in the 70s? And didn’t she hand me an elastic band to “solve” the problem? (To be fair to her, weren’t we kinda poor, so she couldn’t afford to buy me straight-leg pants to replace the hand-me-downs from my cousins that I was wearing?)
Isn’t that about the only thing that would make me want to visit Texas again?
I know, right?
Do you like to swim? How about Tex-Mex? How about plasma cutters, 3D printers and CNC?
How many ants of this size would make you feel like you have ants crawling on your body FOR THE REST OF YOUR HYSTEMICALLY OVERSTIMULATED MISERABLE FUCKING LIFE?
Sounds like everything we have in New York? But our BBQ isn’t as good.
Why wouldn’t we?
Ain’t Murka great?
Because France doesn’t like you as much?
Murka’s something, indeed.
Hey, weren’t we Mexico when France was melting boats and welding the sheet metal? Does anyone remember?
Just try not to imagine the feelers quizzically brushing up against the back of your neck, ok?
Is it irony that most of Texas is so worried about Mexicans then?
Never been here?
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/1255
(Isn’t there one of those on Alki Beach in Seattle too?)
Isn’t this a horrifying idea:
“Bushes surrounding area pretty much hide the statue”
Especially when you just think about George and Jeb hanging out wanting to talk freedoms?
Have you been there?
Who stuck an Iron Man triathlon in the middle of my drive home?
Pics?
Do you want me to go back and get some? Can I leave it to the pros?
What if the Mexicans ask for a raise?