They call me ‘The Mack’ because I like to make out with truckers at the rest stop. It’s kind of a double meaning thing
All Hail The Mack!
A true Renaissance Gal:
She Sings! She Dances! She Cheerios! She Troubletones! She Skanks! She Double Entendres! She…erm… Procreates!
And she not-so-stealthily provides consistent back-up for The Unholy Trinity!
(Obviously her stint in Vocal Adrenaline was purely a sabotage mission)
“The wilderness must be explored! CAH-CAH! RAAWR!”
<*So want my own ‘Kevin’>
In the Universe where black cats rule, this was Take Your Human To Work Day.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, USA!
“This man is the bee’s knees, Arthur, he is the wasp’s nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.”
~Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
OH, I KNOW. BUT YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, RIGHT? SO AS SOON AS THE KIDS GRADUATED I SOLD THE HOUSE AND THAT GODAWFUL VAN AND NEVER LOOKED BACK. NOW IT’S JUST CABANA BOYS AND MIMOSAS ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT.
WELL, MIMOSAS ALL DAY, CABANA BOYS ALL NIGHT IF YOU WANT TO GET TECHNICAL, BUT IT ALL BLENDS TOGETHER AFTER A WHILE.