Ah yes, our old friend Monday…
So let’s bear up under the strain (shuddup, I haven’t even finished my first gin, waddya expect?):
To make up for that Monday gloom, here’s a true story by The Knuckledragger himself, about a girl named Rhonda, and it’s probably the best thing I’ve read so far this year, anywhere. Well done, Kenny.
And here’s Rhonda Fleming (no relation):