To Quote Lynyrd Skynyrd
Can't you smell that smell?
I tossed a turf briquette on the fire tonight. My whole neighborhood reeks of burning Irish peat now.
Pity I'm out of Guinness.
I guess it's Black Bush time.
Opinion and commentary, garnished with a sprig of cynicism, served with a heaping side order of sarcasm, and washed down with a tall glass of common sense, by a gun-toting political refugee from the People's Progressive Republic of Massachusetts, currently residing in New Hampshire and doing what he can to keep the Granite State beautiful and free.
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