I bet Miss Bliss can tell you about Jimmy’s plucking.
Admit nothing. Deny everything. Demand proof.
Or brick to face, as my old street fighting instructor recommended when you were out of options.
Show me a bedbug that would cohabitate with the Penny’s.
No. They thought it was a different kind of party.
The clerk looks like one of Burl’s relatives, which is probably why the smoking room is a regular room with ashtrays. And the look on the other clerk’s face says, “I’ll give these jerks the room with the squeaky ceiling fan, the one where we had to move the bed to cover the blood stains.”
They do. At least around here, every light I see has a sensor focused on the cross lanes and doesn’t stop the other lane until it “sees” a car waiting. I’m grateful for the one I regularly encounter where a very minor road intersects a highway. Without the sensor, it was be a very long wait between lights before I could enter the highway.
Unfortunately for Brewster, they thought they found a good video, but it was really a clip from an old Jackass show.
I knew it wasn’t that because I can recognize Dale.
Good luck on allowance from imaginary dad.