There was nothing like cranking a Wiffle moonshot over the neighbors’ house and then cracking open a delicious mystery beverage in a barrel. Peak summer living.
This country needs to start naming its male children better. I want to see some Larrys and Dicks out there on our nation’s playgrounds again. Some Georges and Ralphs would also be welcome to help neutralize all the Skylars.
"You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks"