Weekends are weird, flock. For example: this weekend, smack dab in the middle of Caronamania, I went to a St. Patrick's Day party at the Brickyard in Lewiston. Why? Because of this goof: Well that explains nothing, so maybe some context. The purple haired sheep getting all huggy with me in the pic is my, … Continue reading Saint Paddy and the Coronavirus
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