In his latest post but one, the fevered, bumper riddled brain of the dashing Dave Burge, aka Iowahawk, hits it like a predator on the hunt. Or something. I’m not even really sure what he said, or thought he was saying. It doesn’t matter, he makes me laugh in a devil may care sort of way. Meaning, I snort and embarrass myself giggling.
So, read him. If you dare.
Also, have a beer.*
Send him glowsticks. He needs them for something.
*Beer makes everything better. Except for Cheerios. Not so much with the beer and Cheerios.