Well, folks, it looks like my run here in the coveted weekend morning slot is coming to a close. With the baby hovering, Mrs. L starting to have those feelings in the night that are apparently like contractions, but not, I’m handing off the slot after today to the next sucker lucky person. It was great to get reacquainted and see all the familiar faces. It was a great run. I’m hopeful to be around a little more with less work and more “oh good, the baby’s awake, I need to look busy”.

Stronger hands lengthen your life, really start choking that bishop.

Sticking to the theme. (String Warning!)

Danger Zone!

Man, what the fuck? You cook pet hogs, not dogs. Some people just need to be beaten to death with an 18lb sledge hammer.

30 years later, and what has really changed is they let Danny do his shit while they jam along.