Bill Parker?

Not every team is brave enough to schedule Troy at home.

Grabbed a couple of tomatoes that had split from all this rain. Two BLTs on sourdough.

Pistachio almond ice cream on deck.

I get a few more years on me, I'm gonna investigate those robot mowers.

The alligator under her tits....

I have a blackstone griddle that I used often when my kids were still at home. They'd have a bunch of friends over and I could cook enough food to feed them all. Those were good days, and luckily get to do it a few times when all the kids are home from school.

The drawback for me is that I spend as much time cleaning it as I do cooking on it. That gets old, especially when it's hot and humid.

Spray them down with water. That's what crocs are made for.

Duane.

End of discussion.

That's bullshite, but you never know what you run into with the government.

Several years ago I was reviewing a RFP for a state agency for a large project, and it clearly stated that the winning contractor would be paid after a minority owned contractor was paid 10% of the contact for project management. I called the agency and they confirmed that the "management" consisted of submitting the completed project from the contractor to the agency.

That's when I quit working for or with DOT.

I guarantee that every one of those grifters in the photo gets entitlement checks from the government.

Blood is only blue before the nut cutting.

No telling. Laurel is a strange town. Enough old money that numerous people literally list their occupation as "philanthropist," money from new industry and relocated outsiders, the smelliest sewage lagoon and chicken plants in America, and the highest crime per capita in Mississippi.

And Temu Chip and Joanna. All in the free state of Jones