Well, I have three things to complain about. The Democrats, The Cowboys and weak-willed-weenies. (Yes, I’ve knocked a few back today, watching sports with the boys, like a real man.)

Well, I see that someone finally compiled all the cover-ups and conspiricies in a book titled, 50 Things You’re Not Supposed to Know. (I think Hitler’s great-nephew lives next door to me!) Well, the holiday is over… and what a vacation it was! It was a nice little hiatus of drinking and debauchery in the…