I'm wishing I could talk about this further with you but I can't...

Me = Going to see MC Frontalot tonight. You = Jealous. Concert wrap up report later.

This is a Public Service Announcement:

For all you new, soon-to-be, or prospective brides out there. Don't leave the duty of writing thank you cards in the hands of your new husband:

"Thank you dearly for the gift of the hand towels. Never again will the evils of over rambunctious moisture rear its ugly head in our lavatory. We owe you much."

"You people are like the British Royals with your intermarrying. What's up with that?"

"Thanks for coming to our reception... Jason. Where were the rest of you? Oh right, there was some other thing happening in some other place. Well, we totally understand. It's fine that you love those people more than us."

Consider yourself warned.

The Carnivore's Trek thru Charleston

While eating our way through Charleston, SC, we got a chance to savor some of the finest foods with a face known to this island Earth. Observe:

Cows.


Chickens. Lots of chickens.


Crab.


Shrimp.


Salmon.


Flounder.


Lobster.


Lamb.


Alligator.


Baby.


To quote a famous sage, "Why do we eat meat? Because meat tastes like Murder and murder tastes pretty fuckin' good."


-Kroy has gone offline


boy, lemme tell ya what

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Though it's unclear as to the origins of the above cantrip, it was always something my mother would intone as we pulled into the driveway at the end of all major family outings. It seems right.