Here I am, nursing a minor league hangover and I find all this nastiness.
Through my bloodshot eyes, I see that some souls are upset with the LDB diatribes while others are amused.
I am afraid that that old tub thumper will piss off enough folks and end up hitting the road, searching, searching for a new home.
I hope not, this cat has always been good for a few big laughs from yrs truly.
And this morning I need a few good laughs, and about 11 Advils.