So I was in Kansas and I saw a billboard for this damn thing, and the strip wrote itself. It just took me a week to get it out because of personal dramas. On the up side, I am certified now, after seven years of working in the computer industry. On the downside, Ken can't fucking keep me out of his own backyard. He knows what that means. That assmunch. I just got back from the Iowa and Illinois border. For those of you that don't know, the main staple of their radio stations consists of two songs. One of them is by an artist whose name either is or sounds like Sean Paul and his song is a futile approximation of regee. the other artist is some fourteen year old singing a club song that is probably titled "S.O.S." or something near it. Both songs... how do you say... suck. Yet I was subjected to them nonstop. Oh, and we're talking over 30,000 hits this month. Oh yeah, baby. Daddy like! |
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