As a corollary, when you pay homage, sometime there is payback. Witnesseth:
I took the familial units, GLTB, Mystikal One, and Satiric Lass, up to Gilmer County this Friday, a mere stone’s throw from Atlantabama, for what we at the ’gogue call flavavel, or the Day of Kosher Pork. The locals were having a barbecue contest, you see, and we were eager to participate as it coincided with our day of flavavel. Pig. Yum!Read it all.
Hmmm. This groove between my ass-cheeks: is it supposed to be there? And why does it bear, suspiciously, the subtle imprint pattern of a bicycle tire tread?