IT’S HAPPENING!!! (in 362 miles)
I definitely need more opportunities in life to express opinions via mechanical button pushing
after eating a t-bone, a chicken fried steak, and BBQ, I thought I’d hit the high points of Texas cuisine. I was wrong.
Walked out of an exurban Dallas Panda Express, drove half an hour, now eating chicken fried steak at a small-town diner, 100% correct decision making process
arkansas: where vending machines pay for their crimes
pic in the bathroom of this central Tennessee Mexican restaurant catering to some pretty specific fetishes
Pork cracklin’ pancakes. North Carolina, you’re all right.
damn it all the good California license plates are already taken
The tattoos are temporary but the sentiments are permanent
pretty frickin low, dude