Palms sway in the late summer breeze – adobe rooftops glow in the heat – labor-less Labor Day afternoon.
Shiny magnolias make pie-in-the-sky promises, but the kiddies know the score.
In 3rd world countries, the innocents starve to death every day.
Too bad they don’t have beer.
Vertical pink smiles from sweaty legs, waterproof fabrics not enough to hold virtue and modesty.
“Hey, do I know that guy in the dress? He looks like this girl I used to date.”














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