Wednesday, July 20, 2016

You Know What?

A group of idiots is called a “flight”.

I’ll be enduring one of these groups tomorrow, as I head to New York for five days to see my mom. And the Yankees. And a play. And generous helpings of chicken parm.

I’ll blog from there, so check in and catch up what I’m up to in the city that never stops smelling like someone’s ass.