I had planned out a whole entry, one in which i would whine about my job, list things that happen there blended with a bit of zannnnnnnnny humor. humer (its french. no its not). hummer. humdiddly.

to spice it up for you; devoted reader.

but fuck that, im not in the mood for a list today.

Oh and i have a new-old car now. a 77 ranchero (which sounds like canyonero..anyone catch that simpsons episode?), big as a boat and rides like one too. Huge engine wrapped up in a huge hood. Stop by and see it, we'll cruise.

mmmm car=sexy.

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Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,

Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?

Canyonero! Canyonero!

Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down

It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown

Canyonero! Canyonero!

Hey, hey!

Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,

Sixty five tons of American pride!

Canyonero! Canyonero!

Top of the line in utility sports,

Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!

Canyonero! Canyonero!

She blinds everybody with her super high beams

She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine

Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!

Whoa, Canyonero! Whoa!