[Photos from my road trip with Edsel. I’m not typing much because I’m on my ding-dang phone in my mother’s basement like every 50-year-old man I meet on Tinder.]
Does that say, “Virginia is for losers”? Rude.
Pam’s house. I mean, she doesn’t live on a patio.
We went to see Bohemian Rhapsody at the movie on the wall in my hometown. One of my friends brought mustaches. As you do.
Why I gotta be weird?