Minnie loves them crazy talk shows, like where fifteen guys all get a blood test to see which one’s the father of some poor jug-eared little baby. And it’s not like I go lookin’ for them on TV or anything, but if I come in the room and she got one of them on, I don’t mind watchin’ it, because you’re pretty much guaranteed a fistfight’s about to break out and somebody’s gonna get flung across the stage or body slammed off a chair. [Read more]
John McNeil 