What we need more of is science.
Kind of that when Showtime had Full Frontal Comedy where between each comedian where random shots of naked women dancing.
I keep finding dog poop in the front yard, which pisses me off because we don't own a dog. We do have a two-year-old, and I look forward to the day we're playing in the yard and she ambles over with a handful of dog turds. I sometimes see a guy walking three dogs down the street in the morning, and I think he might be responsible. Hopefully I can catch them in the act, run out and grab up the poop in a plastic bag, and run after him down the street shouting "YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!"
Damn! I meant to TIVO that. Maybe I can catch it later.
Carter family Brush w/Greatness:
In the 80's my Dad's sister had an antique shop in Owensboro, Ky. One day June Carter and Johnny Cash came in and bought a set of china that had belonged to my Mother's Grandmother. So, it's entirely possible that Johnny Cash and I have eaten off the same plates.
HA!
I think the observations in Stad's personal blog hit dead-on for alot of working, desperate people. It does remind me that married men seem to have alot of scorn towards post-prime lady hitons (albeit stad's narrative faces the tension with whimsy). Is the root of this spouse's love, or some weirdopathic "you had your chance" complex?
Also maritime-ready hull sounds like something Lowtax would write, but its still funny. And the erotisqueals rule.
