So this billboard happened in our country, and it’s fucking embarrassing.
You’ve been good, so here … have a little insomnia.
Alligator Farm at Sulphur Springs, Tampa
Damnit, I hate when that happens.
The short rib sandwich is the popular kid in class, the one everyone loves and adores. How could they not? To take sides against it would be akin to rejecting the very laws of the universe. But what many misunderstand is the balance brought by the jalapeno sweet corn poppers. For there is no Tennille without The Captain. Put in musical terms, it’s the muskrat without the love. (at Uncle Mike’s Smokehouse Grill)