Posted on April 6, 2017
by Jay Furr
Remind me sometime to tell you the story of how I walked into a bar in Virginia to ask directions and two hours later stumbled out, having somehow won the title of “Mister Sour Mash”. I hadn’t even known that there was a “Sour Mash…
Category: JayTags: silliness
The life of a repo man is always intense.
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