Pepper, kyds belong eeeevvveeerryyywhhheeeeerrreeee, don't 'cha know?
SO and I love to frequent our area's wineries and there is always some fuckwad pahrunt with a screaming shitloaf interrupting the drunken fun and learning experience, with it's screeching, racing around. My favorite was the time some chick's unattended toddler grabbed a bottle of wine and smashed 3 other bottles along with it. The pissing and moaning from her when she was told she'd have to pay for them was priceless. "But he's just a little boooooooy."
We took a lovely scenic route on the bike from home up to Jim Thorpe on Sunday. My favorite store is the one witch store on the main street.
Plastered largely on the front door is a sign that says, "Sorry, there is no room for strollers, but friendly pets are welcome." The store owner is gay and is SO COOL.