What if it Snows?

Today was a pretty good ride. 95 in VA actually wasn’t a parking lot, at least not south of the 104 MM. It would’ve been nice if the tards on the other end had actually done their job so central dispatch would’ve known what my backhaul was going to be so I’d have known if I needed a tandem axle or not.

I don’t get the appeal of this Yellowstone show. I turned it on looking for Bar Rescue and figured I’d watch it while I eat supper and all I saw was everybody trying to get in each other’s pants. This reminds me of something like the Kartrashians or the one with that “Snooki” or whatever the tramp’s name is disguised as something trying to be somewhat wholesome.

 

Well, there was Costner and some gal who I think was the governor. Costner told the one guy to split and go get somebody else, and take a long to do it.

Then there was this loose looking blonde who struck me as a snake in the grass. She walked up to some other guy sitting on a porch drinking Coors. He gave her one and then straddled him, at which point I said that’s enough.

 

Well, you got me there.

The few two-sticks I’ve seen weren’t quite that complex.