Im sitting at a Dallas suburb McDonalds with 3 grandsons. Some pissy Boomer got offended by my “Read Banned Books” shirt, but his phone rang before I could engage in his argument.
Someone called to inform his Trumpy ass that tariffs were hurting his businesses. I know this, because he’s one of those men who answer their phone directly to speaker so everyone can know how important he thinks he is. I didn’t want to interrupt him to tell him that those don’t kick in until 2026, but he seemed rather irate already. He must be Ted Cruz’s travel agent or something crappy like that.
Anyway, he walked outside cursing the world only to realize he’d locked his keys in his truck. I laughed for a good 45 minutes until the locksmith arrived. I can imagine that’s not cheap.
It’s just a shirt, fucko, and don’t test my voodoo.
❤️
The Gonzo Wolf 
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