The other day I drove by a Waffle House and got an idea. It turned into this… 1 I knew they were trouble the minute they walked in. There were three of them and they had ridden in on their Harleys. I had a moment of guilt for stereotyping motorcycle riders, but only a moment. … Continue reading Bad Night at the Waffle House
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