I like going to Oregon for shopping and having someone pump the gas too.

Stimulates the ex-con-omy, they have to start getting back into society somewhere, right? And my hands don't smell like ethyl (get your minds out the gutter folks) when I eat a tasty carne asada burrito at Jalapenos taco shop.

Some places they even do the windshield.


The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?