It’s Friday. My proverbial feet are up. I’m pondering deeper issues of the universe like “How has Nickelback sold that many albums?” and “Why do I have proverbial feet?”
Anyway, here’s a clip from the archives:
Here’s my diatribe for the day: I believe that churches and fast food joints should be more aggressive. Take, for example, Tuesday night. On Tuesday night, my 13 year old and I walked into an artery-clogging establishment to get our grub on. As you know if you’re a faithful reader of this blog, when I’m shaming a retail place I don’t name names because it’s not Christlike, plus I don’t want to be sued and end up living under I-85 eating Cheez Whiz out of a shoe.