You call them “Mini Twiglets.” All I see is broken regular Twiglets. (Taken with instagram)
About
Still angry, but no longer a geographer, Evan returns with his sporadic musings on pop culture, politics, food, travel, transportation, obscure regional dialect words, vernacular architecture, fast-food chains we don't have in Minnesota, and anything else that manages to escape from his brain.
"Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact"
