OMG! I have been practicing my Spanish with this senorita at Captain D’s
Police hunt for mother, who ran $300 million meth operation.
Sooner or later you will find a replacement for a bad spouse, but it’s awfully durn hard to find a good herd dog.
Well, at least that is what I thought. Nowadays in the Highlands, if you don’t celebrate Hitler’s birthday, the pickings are slim. If you don’t like meth, you’uns better just be reaching for a mail order bride catalogue from La Republica de Colombia. The last time that I was even in a dating relationship (which was shortly after Charlemagne was crowned Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire) the college accounting professor turned out to be a meth and crack addict.
At least over the past five years, when I had money for fish and chips, I could fantasize at Captain D’s Seafood Restaurant. There, the lovely Mexican Indian senorita, supervising the service counter, enjoyed talking in Spanish and about the civilizations of Mexico with me. I wondered how she could afford the fancy silver and turquoise jewelry from Taxco, Mexico . . . now we know. See the video below.
Now for the good news! Two weeks ago, a couple who have been subscribers to the People of One Fire since Charlemagne was crowned, stopped by to see me after attending a family reunion near Etowah Mounds. You know how I have complained in the past about the incessant bomb explosions and assault rifle fire coming from just over the county line? My visitors got to hear a bomb go off. Now there are three believers.
NO! The Sephardic Princess has never returned to the cheese counter at Walmart.
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