The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
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Talking Heads‘ “Road to Nowhere.”
Beat Farmers‘ “Road to Ruin.” These guys were a great bar band.
Steve Earle‘s “Copperhead Road.”
Bruce Stringbean & the E Street Band‘s “Thunder Road,” in 1976.
Roger Mitchum‘s “Ballad of Thunder Road.”
Johnny & Edgar Winter, 2007, with Dylan’s classic “Highway 61 Revisited.”
The cooler’s full, the car’s gassed up, and we’re outta here. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you at the first rest stop after sunup.
Look like the Devildogs of the Apocalypse to me, or maybe demon owls. Y’all are on yer own with this one.
No clue here. He’s obviously selling something out of the back of the truck, but I’m not sure I really want to know.