My dad sent Martin Luther King Jr. money when he was in jail! That's not relevant to whatever point I'm trying to make, I just want to flex with this definitely true and completely unverifiable story so you don't think I'm an asshole!
I don't need to eat at your restaurant anyway! I can make my own food at home and it's healthier! I'll go start my own restaurant! With hookers! And blackjack!
I remember the time my dog Frankenberry woke me up in the middle of the night because my blood sugar had gone dangerously low. His face said “I saved your life so that you could someday read the deranged ramblings of an old Texas crank on Nextdoor and know for sure which species is superior.”
angry old austinite in zilker-west. suprise. he's writing like his cats are coercing him. fyi I am BIG-DOG. soon to be seen in an Austin bar patio near you
1) if this guy thinks humans don't regularly leave wet shitstains the length of a store aisle I have news for him from my time at B&N
2) I wonder if he sees guys in these shirts as evidence of the conspiracy
