An Englishman making jokes about food poisoning to the Hindu proprietors of Red Dot restaurant in Frazier Park is like my nieces making jokes about sexual harassment when I walk in the door for Christmas.
Men, when we're hot we're hot, when we're not we're not. Women will say we stole that line from the bitch in heat. We know better, it's our man in the clutch, Jerry Reed, #1 for 5 weeks in 1971: "When You're Hot You're Hot".
Dear Jonesy:
Gorman was the name of my State Bar Prosecutor for the Office of Trials of the State Bar of California. Pretty sure I remember she spells differently. I went by there on my HD Sportster back in the day. Desolate and hostile at times. Police activity on the Sierra Highway now-a-days. Tough moods on the 5.
I'd like to buy where it burned up in Nor Cal. I hope "the new normal" doesn't mean malls and Walmarts.
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