I’ll pass on the goat, but you’re right. It is a dadburn cheeseburger for gosh sakes. Now, my fries, that’s sumptin’ else…organic, leave the peel on, fry in cottonseed oil, and apply only natural sea salt from the Outer Banks of NC. Wash it down with a CheerWine! Mighty fine meal there!
I am so glad I have achieved Geezer status. I can now use the senior moment excuse when I don’t care what you’re talking about and now that I’m a really old Fart, I’ll leave my left turn signal on just to annoy Squirts.
This reminds me of the many times we shoveled SNOW out of our drive way only to end up with a snowplow coming through and creating a berm blocking our exit.
That’s so Cali, Dude.