..or so ZZ Top is telling me this morning.
But, after having driven through there once before myself, I cannot say I'd blame him one goddamn bit. It seemed like a shithole.
It's very late (or early, according to your perspective) here in Garden City, Idaho, and I have just finished polishing off a bottle of cheap Tisdale Pinot Noir, a light red that goes well with dishes that you’d normally think of serving with white wine.
I drank the whole bottle in one sitting while munching on some locally made cheddar, which I shared with my pet rat, Buford. Poor Buford is old and his rear legs no longer work. He's spiraling the drain and I do all I can to make him feel loved, because, even if he is a rodent, I think he understands the emotion. At least I tell myself he does because he doesn't bite me when I pick him up.
But, after having driven through there once before myself, I cannot say I'd blame him one goddamn bit. It seemed like a shithole.
It's very late (or early, according to your perspective) here in Garden City, Idaho, and I have just finished polishing off a bottle of cheap Tisdale Pinot Noir, a light red that goes well with dishes that you’d normally think of serving with white wine.
I drank the whole bottle in one sitting while munching on some locally made cheddar, which I shared with my pet rat, Buford. Poor Buford is old and his rear legs no longer work. He's spiraling the drain and I do all I can to make him feel loved, because, even if he is a rodent, I think he understands the emotion. At least I tell myself he does because he doesn't bite me when I pick him up.
