Hey, Mr. Vice-President. Whatcha doing? “Retail politics, Salami-face. Putting in my two cents and not taking any wooden nickels. Later on, I’m gonna go down to the Tam-O-Shanter and get blitzed.” I thought you didn’t drink. “I don’t. They got a jar full of pickled eggs’ll set you reeling. Health Department keeps raiding the place, … Continue reading I Bet They Talked Cars