Culture on the Cheap
This morning my husband was kind enough to inform me that we were dangerously low on toilet paper. Although I seriously dislike getting repeat money shots of sleet to the face, I dislike wiping my ass with napkins even more, so I went to the grocery store. The following curiousity can be purchased at the Garden. Get your green bagels while supplies last!
I was mulling over leaving this item as an offering at Pete McGuinness’s grave, but since I can’t locate it, his boulevard will have to suffice. I hope the bums don’t eat it.
When asked about his (BRIEF) stint working as a lumber inspector in the south, this fine man replied:
I don’t like that Jim Crow they got or their goddam white crow either.
God bless you Mr. McGuinness. Happy St. Pats.