I am off to the local Old Car show in search of retro food, retro music and a glimpse of the dreaded Dodge Dart. There are those who swear by that car, but it is a bad memory from times gone by.
As the Jewish holidays are impending there will be no frummies to kill the fun.
The latest frummie obsession is attempting to get me to go to Israel. This is not happening as I would be stuck on a plane with more annoying frummies. Up until these idiots stayed over they were a quaint annoyance. I can endure them for a few days and not get too angry. Now the anger and disgust is seething and I am annoyed by talk of midah, derech or any other religious garbage. I would sooner go back to Guyana, which does not have a Chabad House, than potentally deal with more frummies.
Old cars, classic retro music, retro food loaded with pork and not a frummie in sight. Now if only I could get the BBQ going out back and some Ice Cold Diet Mountain Dew life would be excellent.
Perhaps, I will need to hang out at biker bars which are also frummie free. Frummies are creepier than goths and can only be killed with Pork products. Silver bullets, wooden stakes and even religious symbols don't work, I tried. They merely take the garlic and cook with it.