Carolina the Cursed
I restate my premise that the Carolinas linger under some sort of driving curse. Not 500 yards into SC there is the husk of an eighteen wheeler which appears to have rolled over on...
I restate my premise that the Carolinas linger under some sort of driving curse. Not 500 yards into SC there is the husk of an eighteen wheeler which appears to have rolled over on...
Just driving by but does the slogan… “Bloom where you’re planted.” Sound appealing for a retirement community?
Ever do something stupid while doing something good or brilliant? Makes you wonder if its self-destructive or simply a lack of maturity on one’s part. Hopefully its fixable and forgivable.
…looking up from your window on the MARTA train to see a zombie pawing at the window. Thank you nameless undead guy at the Buckhead station. — Geoffrey Fortier https://www.arcane.org
How many million on the new card system and you can’t keep the lights and air on the train. — Geoffrey Fortier, https://www.arcane.org/