Wrapped up in a tiny baggie was what appeared to be a necklace with a strange gold disk. But what could be inside the shiny amulet? What magical golden talisman could give me hope in the Trumpocalypse? What secrets could it—OH MY GOD!!!
It’s the master of hopey/changey himself, Barack Obama! But what could it mean??? Having lost all hope for America’s political future, I rubbed it and made a wish… and dug deeper inside the bug-out bag…
Definitely NOT taking my kids to “Fun Assy Island” Kiddy Land…
Crazy about condoms? Welcome to Condomania…
One thing that won’t be allowed through customs: Forbidden Fruit.
Trump House, only a little less fancy than his other joints…
Are they talking to me? Café de F.O.B…
Lazy Hazy Planet pretty much says it all…
Can you hear it? Listen Flavor!
Hungry? How about World Breakfast All Day…
Got GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome)? Try 246 Guitars…
Which of those cartoon characters is Angus? ACDC Rag…
If you want to eat in a basement, Tabasa might be just the place…
Apparently my brother owns a seafood place here… Luke’s Lobster…
Private Spoons Club! No public spoons allowed!
This one was actually named by an Anglo… Anglomania…
Ya think Woolrich has a thing for plaid?
I don’t know what this says… maybe “Recycled Drinks”?
