Nick Cave & Polly Jean Harvey, “Henry Lee”

LP’s rendition of “In the Pines”

Happy to see ‘Long Black Veil’ included, always one of those creepy “traditional” songs I love. Johnny Cash nails it of course, and The Band do a solid version on Music From Big Pink but I’ve always been of the mind that Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds can’t be topped.

Starring for In the Pines- that version in particular.

And this isn’t a Trad song, but it is lovely and creepy:

I feel the same way about pets. Pet-owner friends always want me to pet their animals and let them lick my face or rub their tail and butt in my face.

It’s too bad the prime interface is terrible.

A lot of kids seem to be made mostly of noise and dirt.

To steal their youthful essence and halt their own decay.

Smooth. Chunky is an abomination.

Before I met him, my husband had a serious ongoing dispute with one of his neighbors related to where my husband parked his car (on the street, in a legal spot). My husband got so fed up with this guy that in the middle of the night, he smeared Crisco all over the windshield of his neighbor’s car. The funny thing…

The people who get really, really high and then figure they must have eaten it all, so they get another jar. Stoners typically assume we ate all of the snacks last weekend. I have one cupboard that is a constant parade of partially-eaten bags of chips.

Smooth. Anything else is heresy.

Someone with a trumper sticker cut me off the other day...the rage I was filled with was just...overwhelming.

Watch out, cuz I’m a

I was driving and flipping off Trump signs (not solely for that purpose) and a dude saw me giving the finger to his sign. When I drove past his house again a few hours later, the sign was gone. I felt kind of bad. But then I remembered: Trump supporter. No mercy.

Smooth. Only communists like chunky.

I just walked past a car yesterday with several Trump/Pence bumper stickers onto which someone had thrown a large quantity of what I’m just going to assume was vanilla pudding.

I give the finger (or two) to each house I pass with yard signs in hopes they’re looking out the window.

omg. her drunk brain thought “conservation group” = “conservative group”