I'm back, courtesy of my new neighbors and their wireless network.

Since I last addressed you, my drooling, slouch-backed and erect-sexed public, I've journeyed some 2500 miles through tornado, fog, fire, rain, and sunny days that I thought would never end. I've used America's greatest resource -- our interstate freeway system -- like a one bit hooker during shore leave. I've appreciated Native American peoples in casinos and on magnets and I've eaten room service. I've packed, unpacked, and shat in six states. Twice I've required a plunger.

Tomorrow I begin my new job at a firm I understand is equipped with the internet. I will spend the next few days delighting you with tales of cross-country hilarity. Until then, I will leave you with a question.

When a seemingly normal gentleman stops you on a Sunday morning and asks, after disclaiming that he's not from the area, whether you know of a place "for breakfast and good news," is it some kind of Christian code? Is he looking for the Good News of Jesus? If so, why not just ask for a church? And, in any case, is it wrong to offer him to give you oral in breakfast's and good news' stead?

Analogcabin @ 3:33 PM
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