Taking Care of Business in Oregon


Then, while waiting on your tires, you can amble over to the neighborhood pot shop, score some purple kush, fire up a bowlful (outside the premises, of course), then do the zombie-walk next door to the stop and rob for a delicious bag of Cheetos. Our world is “going to pot” in a big way. I feel bad for my grandkids… Ouch, Jeanne just smacked me, told me to quit being political…

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