If you’re a foreigner, chances are you’re going to spend today eating fish & rice, smoking low-grade cigarettes, paying outrageous taxes, and watching and/or playing soccer. Because that’s how you roll. Meanwhile, here in America, we’ll be enjoying grilled meat,… Read More ›
There, I’ve admitted it. And I’m not the least bit ashamed. Now if you’ll pardon me, I still have a lot of pictures to sort through; catch you later.
“Good morning, Mr. Carver! I hope you’re having a great morning.” This was said by my personal secretary, Miss Cashtushy, when I walked into the offices of Luddite, Crapstone & Fuchs at a quarter to eleven. Furthermore, she was smiling… Read More ›