Thanks again, Looney.
Raoulus interruptus...had to run out to early Mass and then to the feared and loathed second leg of my pretty-much-mandatory double shift (It's
high profits NFL season, so All Hands On Deck (and no, I'm NOT talking like a pirate.......am I?
) for some time to come. Lots of sweet, sweet OT (especially on a weekend afternoon
) and turned out to be the easiest money I ever made (outside of China
) and I managed to stay tweeeeeeeeeked enough to get through it still mean and kickin'.
So now it's 3:48am Monday morning, and I haven't slept since Friday afternoon. I'd love to sleep, but I dare not: This is Bat Country, and the filthy blood-sucking bastards won't stop dive-bombing my bed.
So I went and did my huge load of reeking laundry and chatted up the poor nice young Native American laundromat attendant until her head was about to asplode and she was, like, an hour late getting off work. I think I finally got out of there before she pulled out the Mace, but for the last few hours I suppose anything was possible...I'm wearing a scent that I don't recognize and that is making my eyes hurt. Now, I'm typing here and listen to really obtuse music (Currently playing- King Missile's
Detachable Penis ("I can rent it out when I don't need it!") and then Fu Manchu's massive
Mongoose) Next: I may take my cup of Canadian Night Crawlers (i.e. enormous mutant earthworms who can't say the word "about" properly) out of the fridge and, if they still alive, go troll my apartment complex's lake for Bottom-Dwelling Sewer Eel (and possibly the dreaded Batfish as well). Then, who knows...perhaps I'll go find a diner with a jukebox playing Ferlin Husky and Patsy Cline records and terrorize the place with my steel ruler while guzzling coffee I certainly don't need and picking listlessly at the Grits 'n' Gravy I don't want in the first place and screaming at the goddam bats until the local contingent of farmers, truck drivers, and refinery roustabouts conspire together to administer me
un sedativo ("brutal beating").
Well, I gotta do
somethin' with a one-and-a-half-day off....
Now it's Chamillionaire's hip-hop classic, Ridin' Dirty....
"They see me rollin'
They hate it
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Trying to catch me ridin' dirty, trying to catch me ridin' dirty....
My music's so loud
I'm swingin'
They hopin' they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Trying to catch me ridin' dirty, trying to catch me ridin' dirty...."
Anyway, I digress.
Adamsmith, don't get this wrong...I know you to be a true mensch and a Major Dude. But I serve The Hypnotoad. I know The Hypnotoad. The Hypnotoad is a friend of mine. Senator, you're no Hypnotoad.
All Glory to The Hypnotoad.
The Gorillaz'
Clint Eastwood is now filling the bill. Thanks again, Dr. Con.