For the longest time, I didn’t know what SMH stood for. Then I learned it’s the acronym for “shaking my head” — something I’ve been doing so much lately I risk getting whiplash. Because…stupidity. I’ll […]
Dear Lord, please help me explain to my dimwitted redneck neighbor that watching NASCAR with his eye’s crossed won’t double his favorite car and driver’s chance of winning . . . dumb ass, Amen.