I'm Outta Here, Bitches, For Reals!
As I slip into comfortable numbness, I'd like to thank Cowboy Blob for teaching my blog cadre a thing or two about the Internets, blogging, and Photoshop. As a nominal Godless Communist (my Daddy was God-like, right?) I guess I go to my reward thankful for no Hell that some believe.
The light has a reddish tinge. Do I smell sulphur...?