That’ll show ’em.

Can you imagine the embarrassment, being outed as someone who eats at Arby’s?

Thoughts and prayers.

I remember as a boy, going to my great-grandmother’s farm in Indiana. “Boy! Don’t you trample my blue patch with your filthy Protestant feet! The man from Gator Tonics & Liniments won’t take any blues what been touched by an Anglican!”

We put her in a home soon after. Blues were good, though.

Be careful, man. Ladies like that always have super aggressive husbands who hate books and guitars and like to be really provocative online. Flirt with care.

Anyway, I ran five very slow kilometers today, so I’m gonna go find some French toast. Y’all be cool.

It’s fine. I saw by touch, anyway.

(I am fine. After two cuts I realized my foolishness and corrected. Still. KING DIPSHIT OF SATURDAY.)

Thanks! I read once that color blind folks tend to choose really bright contrasting colors because they can see them.

This is not the least bit true. It’s almost certainly an exercise-induced bronchoconstriction, but that’s hard to say, especially when I’m coughing up all this bad air.