Widgery thought he had done a good job securing the mast, but a stiff breeze suggested otherwise.
(by Andries van Eertvelt)
Dadgummit, Maude. Every year it’s the same dang thing; you book the cheapest cruise you can find on that ding-dang interweb site and we end up ass-over-teakettle fighting for a seat! Next year Im’a goin’ ta disneyworld!