Two days ago while I was at the auxiliary office doing wonderful things in the cafeteria with a lemon poppy seed muffin (namely masticating the hell out of it so as to perpetuate some semblance of a false positive for recent use of opioids), a call came in with news about the beloved TharpSter Truck. I haven’t discussed the truck lately, so allow me to bring you up to speed with it. A…"Go Fly A Kite"
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to tell you a story. It should come as no surprise that I’m doing so. One of the reasons why you come here to your favorite site on the whole worldwide web is to ensconce yourself in the elaborate web of bull that I pride myself on dishing out on any given day. You’re hanging on every single word. I just know it. So the story I’m…"Hamburgers & Dirty Words"