I suppose the answer to that particular query all depends on whether or not you can pronounce the name in question.
And there you have the very first thought that popped into my head yesterday morning.
So please forgive me. Because not only do I have nothing specific to discuss today, and spent the entirety of the weekend away from my computer/really even thinking about what I was going to post, today we have not much more than the very most important thing to happen to white trash culture since the invention of the beer cüzie;
The world might be in shambles, but we have that.
And speaking of stuff that probably doesn’t matter to anyone but this audience, from Hurl of CRC fame, this very morning, I got this slice of wonderment right here;
Sometimes reality is so much better than the randomness I come up with on my own.
In news of AHTBM business garbage, I would like to say that I finally picked up those Tchort shirts we’ve been waiting on forever;
And upon their arrival to my HQ it was with quickness that I got the envelopes stuffed and shipped;
They will be trickling into their new homes in the next week or two. For those who didn’t get in on the pre-order, I have an array of additional sizes on hand that I will be sitting on until I know for sure that everyone received theirs, or that they don’t need to do a size swap. At that point I’ll get them up in the store, and you can order up or forever hold your pee.
It’s with that, I’m gonna pull the rip chord on today’s post.
I have a Milkshake sitting in my kitchen;
And a spanky purple Hunter in my basement;
I mean seriously…. Look at this thing;
It’s not a new frame, but rather my beloved old beat to tar frameset that (according to him) has gone in for repair for the last and final time.
So suffice (it) to say, I have a plate of other garbage to handle, so until Tuesday, let’s all repeatedly repeat ‘Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch‘ until we get it right, or as the case most likely will be, we don’t.