Monday, May 23, 2022

Play that Dead Band's Song Again

If you stopped by today looking for the profound, welcome to disappointment, population: you. Perhaps I can interest you in something more casual? I live in hope, I suppose.

Some days this stuff writes itself. Like today.

Enjoy every sandwich.
-bill kenny 

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