I got heaps of sleeps last night and now I can barely keep my eyes open. WTF is with this? I think the solution would be for me to get a little bit higher desk to sit at while typing. Then when I get hit by the wave of sleeps I could just stand up, real fast, and keep typing. Like some rock god.  Slaughtering the ivories.

I’d be on my feet, doing my rhythmic bob, typing r-u-m-o-rator.com and getting knuckle deep into some WordPress.

PART 2

I’ve spent a fair amount of time driving lately and I’ve seen some odd shit, Imma share some with you.

I’m not sure what is going on with this car. Given the weather, I’m thinking Mazzel may have been some kind of storm chaser, but this is not nearly as rad as the equipment in Twister with Hank Azaria’s Wife and Billy Paxton. Or was it Pullman.

Also I saw zero flying cows.

Then the other day I saw this:

Forgive my Fone-mera skills, but I assure you that license plate says SMK POL. Smoke Pole. Pole Smoker.

Even better than the lady that was ADK LOVR

Trivia answers are coming tomorrow. Until then I’ll be practicing kicking my chair back as I stand up, Billy Joel doing Moving Out (Anthony’s Song) style. B-boys, keep those windmills breezey.