A medium-rare ribeye steak, hashbrowns, a tossed salad, and sweet tea.
It certainly is a great story!
Before Sprite takes the stage to give us her best 'Elaine' or whatever (dollars are welcome in her garter), l'd like to buy a round of drinks for all you Rumpilators. Set 'em up Rump. And doubles for Sprite.
I'll have ice cold Sweetwater Pale Ale with Kamikaze shooters. Banzai!
Set up ongoing college scholarship funds for financially needy students
Give to Habitat for Humanity
Expand and improve a homeless shelter/feeding ministry l help out at
Set up a continuous charitable fund for Egleston Children's Hospital
Purchase a large tract of rural wooded property in the mountains and build a luxury cabin
Have an incredible sportscar and antique car collection
Spend more time fishing
Buy whatever my wife wants
Congratulations, Elliot! A truly superior poem.
CHARGE! Doo-te-doo-te-doo-te-doo-te-doo-te-doo!
I run from women named Peggy, just in case.
From National Lampoon's Animal House (the greatest movie of all time):
John "Bluto" Blutarsky: "Over? Did you say ?over?? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell, no!"
Be careful with that. Too much sun = skin cancer.
"Don't stop! Don't Stop! Oh, Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Steak fajitas and Dos Equis beer to celebrate St. Paddy's Day. Well, l was wearing a green t-shirt, and eating guacomole.
We don't share social media accounts, though we know about each other's. My wife has read all of my Lush stories.
We drive each other's vehicles, but she won't take on my larger motorcycles.