hump day half bit – immigration

okay, so it’s (checks time) 4:31pm…

…i haven’t eaten anything all day, i’m starving, and this was all due to the mailman taking his sweet-ass time delivering my cigars which i didn’t want to sit out on my hot porch all day…even though they sat in his hot truck all day. now they’re in the humidor, all is well, and my ass if off to fuckin’ dinner.

but before i go any further, here’s what i posted on my facebook mere moments ago: