I’ll see you there.
Feels like summer.
A friend (yes, I still have some) from another region is soon visiting Nashville and has asked me which restaurant is most favored by local hot chicken cognoscenti. I’ve eaten at a few, but the only name I remember is Hattie B’s (there’s one in Memphis). Any suggestions?
No lips or assholes in sight.
This looks fantastic. The lead is Cooper Hoffman, son of Philip Seymour.
When worlds collide: Kenneth, Triumph, meat purveyors.
I think he wrote a song for a certain Bastard’s birthday.
Guitar player numbers his Les Paul’s like Pete. Singers have real talent. And they’re doing an Elvis song. Let me see, what else is interesting here…..
And another reason why we don’t deserve ’em.