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this has nothing to do with that...

Posted to Poetry and Politics




but my mate Cecil and my oldest son Noah had a potato salad fight one Easter over the color of Jesus...if memory serves me right...there was potato salad everywhere, grandly and forcefully tossed, but no fatalities. They both stormed off after the PS tossing leaving me to clean up the mess. Potato salad makes good ammunition.