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OK let me get this straight....women show up and give you money to have sex with them? Maybe it's time I got religion.
Johnson Beer is gone, and that's sad. Their Brown Ale sucked, but they made a good stout. The Brown Ale could have had the same motto that sailors used to give San Miguel back in the day - "24 flavors in every case". PS - If you're not offended by a little sailor humor, read that whole San Miguel page, there's some funny stuff there.
I bought the O Brother Where Art Thou? soundtrack and it is the perfect accompaniment to my visit to the hills. If you've never listened to bluegrass/real country music, you're missing out.
Remind me not to go to any Turkish weddings. That reminds me, the Super WalMart here has a whole section of Paintball guns and accessories.
Oh great, we ban cloning here, and now in no time the world will be full of Italians. Hmmm can I order a clone of that chick who was in Big Top Pee Wee and Rain Man?
Attentive (and sporadic) Hard Times reader Vixen noticed that I didn't have anything about Ricky Rudd on here. Hmm, what can I say about him? Well, he's not Jeffy Gordon. Oh yeah, and he's not Dale Jarrett either. That earns him a ton of points in my book.
Hello from the hills of Kintuckee! I am staying in the high rent district - you can walk to the Super WalMart!!! I have to say that the Super WalMart here has the highest number of women who look like they'll do it with you per capita than anywhere I've ever been in my life (including a few houses of ill repute, but that's another story). Unfortunately, my suspicions of rampant sexuality were quickly confirmed by anywhere from one to four kids under the age of five riding in these women's carts, or on their hip. Oh well, I don't look good in a mullet anyway. Want more? Check the archives
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