Ode to my Evacuee Friends

Let this be a sort of memorial to all my friends that had to evacuate. Keller, Kevin, Kat (evacuated from New Orleans AND Houston), Kat (twice for emphasis), Marshal, any others that I forgot. For a very long time, Denny's in Waco has been referred to as "Ghetto Denny's." This was due to the fact that it was indeed ghetto. But... I found one that might be ghettoer, more ghetto, more ghettoer. It was changed to a buffet, but you can tell by the shape of the sign that it was at one time the Ghettoest Dennys.

Jasper took me for a drive

the other day. Ain't he cute! You know Popeyes Chicken,

it's really owned by the Catholic church. In the sign it says "POPE YES." See it? I don't like Popeyes chicken. I've been there once and I was annoyed. I don't want to talk about it. I think stupid cops

eat at Popeyes because they are annoying. They might be Catholic, too. I should start a restaurant called "POPENO." I'd sell country fried snake

and my restaurant would NOT annoying. It would also be handicap accessible. So my friend Keller, the super-hero gimp

can eat without worrying about making a "scene." His elbow looks like a football.

Played a little Mission Impossible at work. Needed to get into Shelley's office. I ripped a hole in my pants on the shin.