FRRRRRRRRRR ew ra ho ba. (<—no idea.) I’ve been saying “crud” a lot lately. CRUD. Like when a coupon expires or when you run out of Metamucil. “Well crud!” Actually, it started a good bit before Corona. Back in February. Who says crud, though? I mean, my mom says crud. She says dern, too. “Well […]
Friday Flotsam
