Quit Bitching and Go Get Your Kcks on Route 66...

Quit mean-mugging each like a bunch of sour-pusses. You just saw history in the making.

Grab your girlfriend and drive up to Flagstaff, AZ to escape the heat. There's a good breakfast joint right off the highway. Stop on in for a bite to eat.

Romance her. Feed her some big, fluffy strawberry pancakes and drink some Bailey's Irish Coffee. Tell her that you love her. Tell her you want to rub her feet in honor of McGregor's first few rounds of Irish-style whoop azz. Razzle and dazzle her with your smooth talk & 6-pack abs of fury. Make her purr.

Take a walk in the woods and ask her if she'll have your baby ass the cool breeze whisps across her tawny thighs...

Crank this song & just float away in romance: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gyp0f8L5nd4

Ha, ha!  You know you love her little Texas-style buttermilk dumplins'... 

What's this post about? Everything. Nothing. Free Jazz. Love. Poetry. Hate. Hearty breakfast chow-downs. Peace. War. Life in the big city. The post hangover blues and hair of the dog...  

You can't fake the funk!

The actual proof's in the puddin'...

Kick it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0c38Wtdvz0 

Epic battle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D36JUfE1oYk