And while I'm sure he might be less inclined to read "The New Yorker" from cover to cover (cartoons included) or keenly explain every detail of the 111th Congress on C-SPAN, something about the guy. I can't place my finger on it. I would, however, love to place my special finger, or tongue on his special place. You figure that one out, because I'm not even sure where or what that might be. I am, however, a great investigator.
So, this rainy night, I'm going to share a little bit of Zeb with anyone who decides to pop in. Or plug it in. Whatever your persuasion; it's a free country and that if what the Internet is for: personal gratification. Now, if only that came with the 42 million dollars I'd like to win at a Vegas casino. A girl can dream....
And of course, I don't lay claim to these pictures as I found them on the Net so if they're yours I'd be happy to delete them.
I'll order that with a side of gnocchis in vodka sauce, please.