Who Cares What I Think About...Anything?
I realize, coming from me, that the following statement will likely cause neck injuries from the Bugs Bunny face shaking incredulity, but you don’t have to have a strong opinion about everything.
I realize, coming from me, that the following statement will likely cause neck injuries from the Bugs Bunny face shaking incredulity, but you don’t have to have a strong opinion about everything.
When Ali, Casey, and I were in college down in central Illinois, we lived in this great place just a block off campus. It was situated at the top of a hill overlooking the town smack dab in the middle of Greek Row, snuggled between the Beta and SAE houses—a modest, three-bedroom house with a front porch and back patio, and yard that made it ideal for barbecues and other themed or not themed parties.