“Blow Our Minds, Aunt B., Blow Our Minds”

Well, if you insist, nieces and nephews.

1.  Creepy or cool?  I can’t decide.

2.  I have no words.  None.  I want a beer, a bar, and a man that smells like smoke and hard work, and a pickup truck, and this song playing while he convinces me to go for a ride.  You have ten minutes, world, to make that happen.

2 thoughts on ““Blow Our Minds, Aunt B., Blow Our Minds”

  1. Creepy, but the wife will love it, subsequently you’ve improved my quality of life. See, now you’ve accomplished a good deed for the day and can go back to bed.

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