I don’t often indulge in reflection… but when I do, well, y’all are welcome to come along. Decades of living with one foot in a flip-flop and the other in a wingtip lends itself to a rather odd set of life-skills and friendships.
Tonight I celebrate a series of Trumpian winnamins with a comfy cigar, and hat-tip at sunset to all y’all. Having lived every.single.line of these two songs, and still planning on sliding in sideways to the pearly gates: ‘wow, whatta ride‘, well, no greater love. True.
Cheers. All y’all pirates.
Be back later.
Bathing in the glory of MAGA winning, and being so unbelievably thankful, so thankful, is like: