It's Tuesday, and because a bunch of guys braver than me decided to give England the quill, I got to celebrate American freedom in a very Irish fashion last night, sleep in past the time I would have started work, and watch the exciting Germany-Italy match (aka Clash of the Fascist Titans) in sparkling ESPN hi-definition.
Plus I saw that we apparently don't need to worry about catching bin Laden anymore, so pretty much everything's coming up Milhouse.
Thinking that the rest of the day can't possibly get any better, that the grain can't be more amber or wavy or the sea more shiny if the USS Johnson's Baby Oil ran aground, what did I see a commercial for?
Snakes on a Motherf***ing Plane!
God bless America!
Happy Fourth, everyone.