It’s Friday! Here in Illinois it appears that we’re in for a few days of mild weather. It got into the 60s yesterday and from what I hear, it may continue until Sunday. It’s been a long fucking winter and a few days in the 60s and 70s is exactly the kind of break I need.
I had the deeply traumatic experience of filling up my gas tank yesterday. Seriously—what the hell? I keep hearing the war is “practically over” and “we already won,” so… when are gas prices going back down?
Anyway, today I’ve got a new amateur photo sent in by one of my readers—though it came with absolutely zero background info. I usually like to have at least something to go with it, but this one was too good to toss aside. So, I’m sharing it with you as-is. And of course, it wouldn’t be Friday without the usual double babes and double jokes—enjoy!
-keep

Boogity-Boogity-Boogity!
Still, those couple warm days were glorious. People crawled out of their houses, and suddenly the streets were alive again with the rumble of muscle cars and motorcycles shaking off months of hibernation. For a minute there, it actually felt like spring.
Overall, it was a solid weekend. Kicked things off Friday with a big plate of fried bluegill—something I hadn’t had in ages, and it definitely hit the spot. Saturday was all about soaking up the sun and being outside as much as possible. Then Sunday turned into a productive one, knocking out a bunch of stuff and wrapping it up by watching Tyler Reddick grab his fourth win of the season. Hard to complain about a weekend like that.
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