We went to the grocery store last night to pick up the last of the food. And I wore my Property of Gazonga State shirt, as you do when going to the store. A very clueless young man stared at my chest for a moment and, with complete honesty, asked me what Gazonga was. I'm used to glances at my chest when out of the house, and my mind was busy working through the checklist of food we were picking up, so I wasn't quite on top of my game comeback wise. I blinked and said boobs. He grinned, like somebody... read more
