“…My P47, she’s a pretty good ship…”
Here we see art in the making, as a substance abusing Tennessee hillbilly guides a bunch of substance abusing limeys through making a good song for once:
Here we see art in the making, as a substance abusing Tennessee hillbilly guides a bunch of substance abusing limeys through making a good song for once:
Cutest baby ever? Cutest baby ever.
Since you’re not reading anything here, I thought I’d suggest some offline stuff to read. Robert D Kaplan’s Hog Pilots, Blue Water Grunts: The sequel and companion piece to Imperial Grunts, is a loving and awe filled yet sober tour of the forward deployed modern American military. From green berets training Algerian special forces, to [...]
While that result is merely an amusing confuence of keywords, it does refer nicely to one of my favorite posts from my blog-city days, the story of my poor 1911. One day I’ll get it fixed. One day.
Cute shoes, cute doggie, cute new revolver, and hooker-red lipstick. A gal could have a pretty good time in Vegas with all that stuff!