Neanderpundit

that I’m allergic to, but mowing the backyard nearly killed me.

No, not last night, but this morning, when i felt like my eyeball was going to pop out of my head. A steamy shower heleped loosen up whatever it was that was causing me distress, but damn, this is horrible.

Fleas.
Adam Had’em.

Moms.
Adam lacked ’em.

Everyone else, get out there and buy a card, at least, futrhuchrissakes.

Elisson was more than equal to the challenge, and returned a piece of his- probably- finest work.
Let’s see if I can compete.

With sweat, privation, pain, and toil
I planted freedom in this soil
For comfort’s sake men did reject me
But faith and strength can ressurect me.

an epitaph for western civilization.

Your turn, Eli’s Son. Well played, indeed, well played.