Back to T.O. Whole thing started when I sent Puppycat a youtube link to an Elvis cover video someone posted up here (A little Less Conversation, A little More Action.) Two days later we were on the way to Graceland, caught between 18-wheelers barreling south while it bucketed rain.
Rain as in record-downpour-flashflood-why-the-heck-are-we-still-on-the-road rain.
Rain as in record-downpour-flashflood-why-the-heck-are-we-still-on-the-road rain.
The road showed us a whole lotta intriguing moments. Signs and portents and sheets of liquid from the sky, oh my...
As for wardrobes, homosexuality is one thing, but when sported by the kind of guy who would throw "fag" around carelessly as an epithet and refuse to interact with anyone even vaguely effeminate... barf.