Goodbye homemade release hounds button.
The ER…
Cut my finger washing a steaknife last night and spent from 11 pm to 4 am in the emergency room. 99% of that time was waiting. Could there be a more foul and depressing place to spend time? It’s like the DOL with blood and puking.
Texts From Last Night
Someone pointed this gem of a website out to me today. Let us begin with the 206 area code.
















