Story Hour at the local library.
I loved story hour at the public library. Mom would take me there everyday when I was little. We would all sit around in a circle. And we always had a young sweet pretty college girl reading to us. She would be nineteen or so. Now, fat pigs do the reading of stories. Those man-bitches are the product of feminism. The same kind that storm down the aisles of American Airlines doling out coffee in the friendly skies.
God help America.
God help America.