I'm imagining a certain uncle looking down upon my discomfort and thinking "payback time, ass wipe!"
He would be the one I flipped out of the back of a pickup several years ago going over some rural railroad crossing, and breaking some of his ribs as a result . . . . .
He would be the one I flipped out of the back of a pickup several years ago going over some rural railroad crossing, and breaking some of his ribs as a result . . . . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.