Subtle Bluntness

A friend of mine got on me about my recent lack of Feel Good Friday, so rather than torture him with some Mr. Trololo or Crispin Hellion Glover, I decided to put the fear of God into him.  Or at least, put the Fear of Fear into him.

After a long, sleepless night worrying myself stupid about snow that may or may not fall during my commute home, I decided to say, “We don’t give a shit about tomorrow.”  Hey Suburbia.

Midwestern Songs of the Americas is a damn fine punk rock album, kids.

Fat Mike randomly filling in with, “Sell me some drugs!” because he forgets part of the song is pretty funny.  Also funny is the part where he mentions asking who put up the barricade and takes a pointed glance at… the barricade.