Who’s gonna blame Bob? Hubris MIGHT be at the food trucks, and if he is, Bob MIGHT get a taco out of it.
Considering how Bob’s life tends to roll, he can probably count on a taco.
Who’s gonna blame Bob? Hubris MIGHT be at the food trucks, and if he is, Bob MIGHT get a taco out of it.
Considering how Bob’s life tends to roll, he can probably count on a taco.
When you’ve got a thing like the OutdoorFest, you can’t just assume… well, anything. Especially you can’t assume you know what the heck any of the competitions are gonna be.
Poor Obi. The worst you get from those tabletop shuffleboard games is a bit of grit under your nails or road rash on the edge of your pinky finger. This time, I think the risks are higher.
Folks be loving the wagons.
And what’s not to love? The dirt, the dust, the non-intuitive steering device… lovely.
And so we see the dispensation of the wagons. Sometimes, all ya gotta do is have the intention of asking, and ya get what you came for.
That’s Hubris for ya.
When you start trying to find a way to look at something you’ve done that puts you in the best light…
Chances are that the light was pretty sketchy, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone looking for better, right?
I said that in my ‘Dad’ voice. You knew that, di’ncha?
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