A nice lady I work with sent out an email to all her fave folks wherein she expressed her shock that the house across the street from her was the site of a meth lab bust. Sister! Get with it. Meth is not new; it is, in fact, the national pastime. More people on any given street are smoking meth than are watching beisbol, I can tell you that much. And now with so much water and time under the bridge (Spilt Milk was 20 years ago!), while we have been blithely going about our business, whole generations of families are now on teh methrocks, from Grampy Joe to Baby Sue. So, America, it's time to stop tut-tutting and just slap one of these on yr vehicle, maybe even next to the Don't Tread On Me sticker:
Friday, July 12, 2013
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