I’m off to neglect my kid and go candle shopping with god! Just hope I’m not too drunk to do it.
Story courtesy of, but certainly not written by, Bill Palas.
I’m off to neglect my kid and go candle shopping with god! Just hope I’m not too drunk to do it.
Story courtesy of, but certainly not written by, Bill Palas.
What a gem! The clarity of reasoning is grand in this letter to the editor. Maybe the tide of transplants to Asheville will subside. Or at least the right wing fundementalists. Bring us your tired and poor. Or at least some hungry kids and lush brewzky guzzlers.
Where did I go wrong??
I can’t believe I wanted to live in that den of sin. Think of all the crazy drunk gay people who could have ruined my life.