“Me, I let dogs yap, and when night is nearing, girls want…”
I never truly enjoyed radio shows in Nebraska.
“…someting positively inspiring!”
Remember, even Fridays really, I’d get indigestion? Despite every antacid. Rolaids, Tums… Hell,
I never tamed one supper. Perhaps radio is near gas. Perhaps a crappy infomercial forces your insides noxious (given radio’s always “inflammatory” nature).
“So Ellen–vain Ellen!–never got it–vain Ellen!–Never imagined he’d inspire lies! I saw the sights and not our underlying relationship. I saw hellish earthly deeds! Too hellish! And never knew forgiveness. Untruths, lies. Not even Satan suspected!”


teaching my newborn humility with WHAT ABOUT BOB? "This movie was here before you, and will be around long after you've gone."
Feeling adventurous and replacing Windows with Ubuntu on an old computer.


26 years old, live in the rural northwest of Sullivan County, N.Y., though a native of the South. Obsessed with genealogy and (Not unrelated) Confederate Apologetics. Published in