No really we did. So I frequent this beer store, and now two doors down opens up a shop called "The House Of Chocolate". The funniest part of it all is that the door between the two shops is for a place called Curves for Women! I have to say that this shop is great. It is a family run business in West Richland WA, and when you walk in the aroma, oh the aroma. It was my last day of vacation (sat and sun dont count) and as per the recent trend I went broke. Last year it was prompted by the pigs. This year it was vehicular strong armed robbery. But what is the price of freedom? So asked William Blake.
This piece of dark chocolate covered caramel and pecans cost about two bucks. Yes I live on beer and chocolate and that may be why my health is failing me. Maybe it is chocolate in my left ear that is causing my hearing loss. Oddly enough there are more important things for me to be concerned about. But I digress. Walking into that store is like a giant step into the past. Back to Fannie May at Mayfair.
My advice to all, when you are going down slow speed it up. Cut the cords of the chute and free fall into chocolate, beer, or whatever your comfort food/drink is. Maybe you will have the same fortune I had today. Beer, chocolate, and a marathon of The International Sexy Ladies Show.
Also yesterday before Aaron and his son showed up I was inspired by a letter from my friend Scott who is now in prison for defending himself and home against a bitch who admitted on the witness stand to breaking into his house (on more than that occasion) lying to 911 operators and to responding police. There is also evidence that she lied on the witness stand. Now any DA that knows of a crime having been committed is obliged to prosecute...unless you're a C#*t in Flagstaff AZ. Oh yeah, my inspired thought. I had sent him an envelope with paper and stamped/metered envelopes but the pigs running the joint stole them. My head came up with the line "there is no such thing as a clean pig". I shared this with Aaron and got this statement/fact endorsed by a Jew. Come on man, its biblical. Its not me your arguing with.
And for those of you who are so deluded to think that you can be kidnapped while doing a B&E in someone elses house, this is true kid/catknapping. Don't worry Sam
, if your father follows my instructions you will be reunited with this... pussy?
No this is not the Grand River, or the Rio Grande, but yes those are mexicans lined up along the bed of the Yakima river just a few hundred yards from where it meets the Columbia.
These next pictures may be disturbing. I found it to be quite intriguing that a turtle could make it across the freeway and die just five feet from the wetlands. I was actually going to go to video mode because his belly was boiling out and maggots were feasting on its upper shell. I guess it is an effigy of America.
