Here we are once again at the start of a brand new week, and what do we have to show for ourselves? Well, if you happened to be in Austin over the weekend, you probably stood around telling people how awesome they were, while they in turn told other people how awesome they were, and so on.
Still basking in the glow of President’s Day (by far my favorite of all the holidays) I am struggling to put proverbial pen to paper today, not because there’s a lack on inspiration, or motivation to do so mind you, but rather because I am suffering from a rather severe case of pantaloon and wooden teeth withdrawal;
While I try to mostly keep things light here on How To Avoid The Black Market, occasionally an issue rolls along that gets my manties in a knot. Seeing as though I have a bit of leverage here with which to speak my mind, I will now pour myself a glass of water, clear my throat and begin.
Just like clockwork, another Monday has come to sit on our collective heads.
Just after writing the introductory sentence, I found that tracking down a suitable image of someone sitting on someone else’s head proved to be nearly impossible. Therefore here is a photo of Hoss with a hat and a bottle of brown firmly affixed to his own;