I know Deb is out picking hot ‘maters in his garden, so hopefully when he comes back on he gets a chance to see this quick morning photoshop I did for him.

“I have here in my pocket - and thank heaven you can’t see them - lewd, dirty, obscene, and I’m ashamed to say this: French postcards. They were sold to me in front of your own innocent high school by a man with a black beard… a foreigner.”