Ever sit on a bus next to someone who smells like a moth ball who swam in a Fry Daddy? Mmm, mmm, I did today and it was scrumpdilyicious. I mean, who needs BBQ after soaking that in? Human lard.
A quick post today to realign the brainwaves and get me on track. When you feel the need to rattle the cage, grab a cuppa Joe and put Henri the iPod on shuffle. Between Neil Young and Goo Goo Dolls, you'll get your groove on.
As my young man is so fond of saying ... Peace Out ...
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Peace be with you, my friend. :)
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