I’m in Murfreesboro, TN at the In-N-Out drive-thru. I’m in San Diego enjoying a custard beverage at Shake Shack. You cannot anticipate my next movement.
I’m at the grocery store with my grandmother, looking for dinner. I notice they have corned beef on sale today. “What is this, a Jewish deli?” I ask. Behind me there’s a man in an orange uniform, fully cocked, about to bash my lights off with a shillelagh.
I used to walk around depressed, kicking rocks, navel-gazing, telling anyone who would listen that cinema is dead,
until I saw that they made a Melania Trump biopic.
English grammar expert here, I have a pro-tip for people struggling with immigration vs. emigration:
IMmigration is when you ENter a place, whereas EMigration stands for Electronic Migration, as in eBook, eBay, etc.
Hope this clears it up.
Greasy guy with a lifted F-150 and a bumper sticker that says “Oilfield Trash” under a silhouette of a man harvesting an olive tree. Also he works in the energy sector because it a racket and he’s half Italian.