a horseshit manner of vacationing on the other side of the earth. Resorts are for low-feature, close to home places like Florida. So around one o’clock we took off down the road, hoping to find lunch on less elegant plates. What’s the name of the road? Dunno, but it did go from left to right and we hadn’t gone right yet. Had an appetizer en route, from a pushcart at the construction site of yet another resort…
Here’s a pair of very important infomercials from Ric Barbera. As a member of the Big Brothers of America, Ric really picked up the slack of abuse when my own father failed to launch a Ford LTD wagon over the Snake River Canyon.
Please clear children and check-signing employers from the room before playing.