Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
I hope the patrol car has disposable plastic seat covers.
Too late! They've failed miserably at protecting my poor, blighted eyes. They caught the perpetrator, but accomplices like you are still running loose? Ye gods.
Uncle Bob? Is that you?
I'm normally a sucker for tan lines, but not this time.
I can't see the words "Fashion Police" without thinking of Johnny Fever running from the Phone Police.
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