Dear Lord, please forgive our grandpa’s misunderstanding. Perhaps my instructions weren’t clearly stated when I asked him to marinate the chicken for New Year’s Day dinner, Amen.
Dear Lord, forgive my night of drunken debauchery and please help me to remember why I have, “MUST BE THIS HEIGHT TO RIDE” tattooed across the back of my ass, Amen.
Have you ever walked into a bar at closing time? It can be a humorous event. By the time last call is announced and the patrons have tossed their car keys in the Need-A-Cab basket […]