The Rants of Mister P

Last week marked the 18th anniversary of Hands Across America. I know it's sort of a national joke, but I thought it was pretty cool. I was discussing it with my friend JD, and I told him with pride the same thing I've been telling people for 18 years: For Hands Across America, I went into New York City and was just outside Battery Park. I was in the very first mile of the line, possibly even the very first half-mile. JD asks me "what makes you think that was the FRONT of the line?"

Stupid JD.