Rambling on the Count

“Leaving a trail of slime wherever he went…”

Rambling on Polish Social Platforms

“…he can’t polka and no one has ever seen him drink.”

The ladies had overlooked the first tradition of Sherman County, beer equals bravery.

“God gave you fingers if there’s something in your nose.”

“How’s everyone feel about beanie weenies?”

For those who don’t know what a Polka Mass is, go to a Spanish Mass and pretend they’re singing in Polish; same thing.

All of the area children six and under were immediately called to police headquarters to ascertain their smoking habits.

Still, I wonder what the resale value is on a repossessed tombstone made of soap?

…couch consecrators will be invited to vote for their favorite celebrant…

For a woman who had a black belt in hairbrush, it didn’t seem rational.