some will be mad at me and maybe rightfuly so, but I loath unions like the devil himself....
[I loath unions like the devil himself....]
As one of the sons of a 30-year Teamster, you’d have to go more than that to get within spittin’ range of the poor opinions expressed around our kitchen table.
Mom didn’t allow profanity, or it could have become most severe. Even before the other boys and I became military cussword specialists.