"Or am I so sane that you just blew your mind?"

Ah, the end to another eventful weekend. This one was a bit like the month of March, in like a lion and out like a lamb. My thanks go to Teresa “Heinz Kerry” for transportation and conversation. Also thanks to John’s mom for candy.
To begin with, for those who don’t know (aka Jamie), I totaled my car last Friday. I have discovered through experience that vehicles I drive all seem to have a desire for acrobatics. Now I am going back to my first vehicle choice, small pickups, my hope is to finish this one off without ending up hanging upside down. And if you ever ride with me in a motor vehicle, make sure I keep it under 50 mph.
Just for the hell of it: TI-TAN!!!!!!!
The best part of Saturday night, other than introducing Sarah to her first steak, had to be getting my fill of naked Trey. Hadn’t seen any of that ass for over a year and I was having withdrawals.
Sunday morning I actually heard a little kid, not over the age of 9, singing a Twisted Sister song while playing on the jungle gym at West Side. That is weird, right? Oh, same kid also was the owner of a Mohawk. He is my new inspiration simply for having the balls to walk the streets. That news is sure to make Brad feel like a fool-ass-bitch without a kickass Mohawk, let alone a Mollet.
Also, just to shoot out the idea, here are a couple of name ideas for the bitching beast that will rear up from Robert’s loins. By the way, I do mean the Camaro-Blazer combo that he and Matt are producing together, not his man-parts. 1. the Alabama Slamma 2. Sanchez 3. Camo Rambo 3. General Predmore 4. Son of Yoda 5. GWAR
Yeah, just a few there. I will come up with some higher quality names once I have myself seen the beast and given it my blood and sweat. Country boys have no tears.
Oh yeah, Drew go fuck a duck. Dick, I expect to see your thoughts displayed in this form within the week's end. Peace to the Gs, I’m out.