Originally Posted by Nantucket Red
I endorse the Llama Song as the perfect antidote to a daily hell commute that forces one to suppress the urge to murder everyone in sight. This pushes the envelope from non sequitur to numquam sequitur. "I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years dead, but it told a tale, and now listen little child, to the safety rail . . ." Inspired inanity.
Luckily you didn’t take I-95 this morning (since you’re, you know, on the other side of the world), cus there was a car wreck and even after the police had moved everything over to the shoulder, the onlookers caused traffic to come to an almost grinding halt…it took about 12 minutes to go 1 Â½ miles… Jon.