“Socks covered in mayonnaise”? My mind’s eye and my gag reflex are arm wrestling to see who’s more disgusted? Oddly enough, now I want a bologna sandwich.
Well, Poncho has a penchant for famous masters. …or perhaps Poncho creates masters of note. Okay! Okay! He’s a menace, but that’s what he does. If you own one, you know it. Deal with it.
Well, just because I don’t punch them, it doesn’t mean I like them. I mean really, don’t expect me to pick them up at the airport or anything. …ever.