Totally Busch League.

Would I kid a kidder, he asked innocently.

Spelled that right.

My cousins can spell, or at least google.

So I watched Masterchef. They kept flashing a crawl the said MC5. So I thought, why not!

I'll be that guy. Australopithecus

Math isn't my strongpoint, but that seems like a lot of granddaughters and daughters.

Watching the Hawks/Kings last gasp game. This doughty guy is pretty good, although I hear his sister, Aplepan is sweeter.

I thought that was what she called her thong.

Well, it does remind me of a brillo pad.

*sigh*

Atlanta hates opera then?

I love Wiener Schnitzel. I once ordered Wiener Schnitzel ala Holstein. Sent it back because it tasted like fish.

Slash can go die in a tire fire.

Maurice Richard, 'cause then I could speak a sort of French, and be a sort of lyric in a Steve Miller song, oh, and win a fuck load of Stanley's Cups.

Whelp. pop a beer, fire up a stogie and think back.

So next time I fire up the grill, I should throw my Duck Dynasty cap on? The fire.

Great song, great voice, but what a weird cowboy.

I will now.