turtlesareneat

I actually love the feeling of a hot wall of furnace hitting me when I go outside. Thick smell of life in the air, chlorophyll, baking earth. The hot blanket of the sun. The sweat, the sweaty men, the shirtless men. OK I am getting off track, we were talking about sweaty men I think?

If the next Democrat in office doesn’t pack the court, I am quitting America.

Hard hat and a white truck, you can do anything you ever wanted.

Only one sponsor had the balls to withdraw over it, everyone go get a jar of Mt Olive Pickles.