“Be it ever so decadent…There’s no place like home.”
By annene
Filed under: A Few Days Later, In America, Füd & Drunk, Missives From the Synaptic Gap
Tags: fireworks, Gold Standard, lyrics, money, ornages honey, peach bread, pecans Hoop Cheese, siding, South Carolina, Spartanburg, temporary buildings, The land of the boll weevil where the laws are medieval, those lights, Tom Lehrer
Tag: ornages honey