And apparently, nothing says “autumn” to my local store than pumpkins and lots of boxed wine!
Or perhaps you’d prefer the hard stuff?
Drink that much Jack, and you’ll need the tombstone!
As the nice lady sang, “Cheers to the freakin weekend! I’ll drink to that.”
In Closing: personality test; Carlin; what could possibly go wrong?; Dave on taxes; die with a t on the end; “Armory? Armory? School districts have armories? Hell, we don’t have enough money for textbooks but we have armories?”; Russian Space Sex Geckos!; Uh, “number 2” is actually #4 by my reckoning (nobody would have recognized 6); not good; and you have got to watch this — a splash mob!