Now I can be with Don for real

I'll take eight!

I wonder....

...how hard Lil' Wayne would have fought for an appeal if his sentence was a couple of thousand hours of picking up trash and painting over graffiti instead of jail time.

How it goes...

One night after a Boy Scout meeting, my pap, his pap, my brother Timothy and I were having dinner at Home Town Buffet (they had some damn good bread pudding). We were talking about middle names.

Pap: We made Timothy's middle name "John" after Judy's father, and we gave Daniel "José after you."

Grandpa: My name isn't José.

Pap: What?

Grandpa: My name is Joe. Not José.

Pap: But you're Mexican...

Grandpa: So? Why can't my name be Joe?

Pap: ...

I'm trying to figure out GIMP

I wish that Dolly Parton and Steve Martin song was better. Still, she sounds great and it's a fine album overall.

Once a week

I bet it's great.

A haiku

I take off my cleats
Smells evaporate off feet
While squishing your teats