I’ve never liked country music. Somehow, however, I’ve always thought that Johnny Cash rocked.

Well, it took them a week to get the pipes to the shipper, then another week for the shipper to deliver them, but they finally arrived last night. I installed the slip-ons in about ten minutes, and they look and sound great.

Poor Pooh. All he wanted to do was hang out in the tree, but those mean people used a trampoline to help get him down.

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Jesus Christ! What the fuck is up with the chicks this month?

Maybe it’s just me.

What? You may think: There’s no way an erudite, sensitive guy such as yourself can be having woman problems! Shit, what’s the world coming to when the broads can’t even cope with Evil Bastard?

Meanwhile some wifebeater in Alabama’s still hooked up with a really hot waitress who supports his drunk ass. Well, at least, the laws of probability dictate that this is true.