Tim Beck drove clear across town to buy Mrs Baird’s at Fiesta. They were closed. He waited because he had a coupon. He pays exact change from a little rubber football coin purse.
I’m told
Rocko is that crappy end table you move into your new apartment because Aunt Martha gave it to you instead of a graduation present. And who wants to go get a nice end table if its sole purpose is just to soak up Natty Light rings?
That’s Rocko’s Special Purpose.
This fits nowhere currently. Basically we’re all shoving each other over FEMA cots. Be patient. Pee in the corner. Heat up your chili mac. Forum trailers are on the way.
And $1.80/lb? What was he, 300 pounds?