Whatever. Sounds too close to the peanut butter. And I’ll be damned if I support those commie bastards. I’m a Skippy man. Like my father and my grandfather before me.
Jeez. Someone should invite Knowshon to a drought-wracked region in Africa. Dude could work miracles with that duct deluge.
This will be my last post today. Not because I’m out of ideas (although I am!), but because this is my obsession, my hopes, my dreams…all capsulated into one visual and sonic assault. I invite (urge) you to click the image above and enter a world where nothingness is everything; a place where life has meaning and we shall all live forever.
HT to Matt C