My father-in-law is quite a man. He grew up on a farm in rural Indiana, up from dirt. He worked demolitions in the Marines on various and sundry shit islands in the Pacific, with hundreds of Japanese soldiers trying their damnedest to make him dead at any given moment. He raised four daughters with his … Read more
I made the Saturday morning flammable run this morning. The flammable run consists of emptying my 5-gallon bucket of used motor oil; replenishing shed gas for lawn equipment; and replenishing propane for the grill. I like for the timing to be such that I can do at least two of the three when I make … Read more
When I was about 8, I got it in my head that “fucking” was a man and a woman kissing with no shirts on. Kids think the darnedest things. Actually, I have a good idea how that happened. An infrequent (I think once, actually) babysitter of ours was thrilled with the fact that we had … Read more