Thank you frat boys

I would like to thank the frat boys that were inexplicably walking down my quiet suburban neighborhood street at 2am on a Sunday/Monday, yelling angry profanities along with cries of "Whoooo!" I would also like to thank the state of VA for being so gun-friendly.

I had a funny dream last night. ( There is little more pointless than posts about dreams. )

Dude...sorry I gotta kill ya

I'm reading over the statements of a guy who was busted smoking pot with plant employees. He reports that it's just normal for people to hang out in the cattle pens and get high & drunk before, during, and after working in the slaughterhouse. Note that in the slaughter house there are large pissed-off animals, knives, moving machinery, moving saws, wet floors, and all sorts of hazards.

I just find something wild about the picture...tokin up with the moos before you slice open their bodies and let their blood and guts pour into the floor. Dood...