Striking Again, Like a Bird of Prey. Or Something

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.

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