The Muskegon Comical
"If he’d been pouring French dressing from a Kraft bottle onto iceberg I might have cut him a little slack but I felt like saying “Excuse me sir, I think I just saw your left testicle roll over by the bike rack.”
His wife was sitting next to him beaming like “Look, ladies, I’m eating salad in a park with my husband!” while he just looked at me like a beaten dog.
I think he may have blinked “Please kill me” in Morse code.
And somewhere between those two worlds, the world of dirty nails, Keystone Light and back hair and the world of company towels, crossover cars, and sun tea lays normalcy."
Tracy's still got it!
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