SMELLS LIKE BULLSHIT

Last night I had the immense pleasure of parting with a blog god(He made me say that by the way) But Since I was going to be in San Francisco and He was going to be in San Francisco, I strong armed him into drinking a few beers last night.

I will post a picture later so you can see me and "Pork Tornado" live in SF, having beers.

It was a hoot, and regardless of what he says, he really is a complete wanker.

As I watched TV this weekend I noticed something that made me both nostalgic and sad. I was watching “Secondhand Lions” and it was towards the end of the movie, Oh and if you haven’t seen this please rent it, it is one of the best movies out there, funny, fantastical, and heart warming. So anyway it was towards the end of the movie and since it was set in the late 1950’s early 60’s the cars in it were the old tanks. The giant gas guzzling, oil burning baby seal skin interiors, the works! And in these old cars some of which carried over into my youth was built a back deck big enough for a child to lay on.

The back deck for us , my brothers and me, was a place to fight over. A place to be yourself. A place to stretch out and call “YOUR” space, at night it was an observatory, during the day a warm place in the sun to take a nap, or pumping your arm in the air trying to lure the truckers into blowing their big air horns. My older brother and I were the recipients of all of this imaginary fun. The younger brother was born during the “holy shit what are you letting your kid do? Isn’t that a good way for them to get hurt, you must be the worst parents in the world” syndrome, so he didn’t get the opportunity to see the world pass him by through a slightly curved back slab of safety glass. He would never know the joys of making faces at the passing cars, taunting them with a well placed tongue waggle, or even getting the ire up of the little girl riding with her mother with the classic tongue sticking out / thumbs in the ears finger moose antlers face. Alas we loved the torture of the passing motorist. (Later in life I found that giving the same people the finger was even more effective in pissing them off but that is a whole different story.)

So as I watched this movie and thought of the fun in the rear window of those tanks I became sad knowing that the liberal law makers have once again fucked up the beauty of youth. Nowadays if your kid is under the age of 16 it seems that they want them strapped into a safety seat and buckled in with a 5 point harness. Gone are the days of trusting your parents to NOT put the car into the side of the bus full of nuns, or to not end up upside down in a ditch. Gone are the days of standing on the bench seat of the old Buick leaning on your Dad, one arm thrown around his neck as the 3500 lb tank floated over the open road. Gone are the bonding moments when dad would let you steer that tank from the safety of his lap as you careened down the road.

I became sadder by the second as I watched the big blue car in the movie, knowing that the kids out there are having their imagination crushed by safety.

Be better parents, break a law or two once in a while for the sake of the children.

Please.

Thank You.

PS:

I'm an Elephant

What Animal are You?

So How did I do?

Was the advice clear and concise enough for everyone?

Well I hope I did a good enough job. I used to bartend so that is like having a minor in psych.

So I want to keep giving advice I like it. So if you have anymore troubels or just need reassuring, let me know I am here to help.

Bouby and I had a busy weekend. We spent 90% of the weekend working on her Dad’s rental property. We did; cutting and loading brush into a trailer, cleaning the carpets, vacuuming, lifting heavy things and basically sweating like fat guys in a sauna. My toxins are very low right now. I’m also very sore. I was the only one who could throw brush in large armfuls on top of the 6 foot and growing with every armful, trailer. So my back and shoulders are kinda tight right now. The pain feels kinda good since I quit lifting weights.

The Raiders showed everyone last night just exactly how adept they are at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Stupid refs made a couple of bad calls though and that never helps when you have to play the other team as well as the referees.

Bouby and I are still in the elimination pool. There are only 40 people still in it and that number could drop by at least 10 tonight depending on who wins. And that prize money is $2020.00 If we can last down to the final two people, I would not be adverse in splitting the cash and taking a cool $1000.00 for my $40.00 investment. That would buy a lot of Christmas presents.

Right now my internet connection is down at work. Our Email is working but not the browsing. So I can’t check the morning posts for all of my industry related news groups and message boards. So I sit here all by myself thinking weird thoughts.

Like what would I really do if I hit the 108 million dollar lottery?

I know that I have talked about this before and told people that I would do all kinds of crazy shit like buy a lot of land and start my own country inside of a country. And I still might so far that seems like the best way to spend 108 million. But what else would I do? Would I try to pursue a life as a photography artist? Would I travel? How crazy would I go with the gadgets and toys? Would I hire Van Halen, Areosmith , or Jimmy Buffett to play my birthday party? Would my birthday party last a week so they all could play?

What about travel? Where would I go? I only really want to go to Ireland. I know that there are a lot of other places out there but I have never just been interested in them. I think it comes from the deep seated hatred that Europeans have for Americans. I mean really if your next door neighbors despised you would you keep going into their yard for a BBQ? Not me. I’m pretty sure that the Irish probably still hate us as much the next country, but I’m willing to try just once. And if it doesn’t work out then, I hop on the gulf stream and fly back to my compound and raise Dexter cattle.

I doubt that many people have seen Dexter Cattle, so if you aren’t familiar with the breed they are very tiny. They aren’t the miniature breed of cattle like you see at some freaky rodeo’s, but they are more like Shetland pony cattle.

I was first introduced to them when I was living in California. My ex and her family were rice farmers and cattle ranchers, so we went to a lot of livestock auctions. One day we were sitting there watching the cattle sale, the pen lot of steers were ran out of the sale ring, and the auctioneer gets a funny look on his face. He gives the audience and little grin, and announces that the ring needs to be cleared of all help because they had a bull coming in that was a little wild and he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. So all of his helpers get behind the protective shields and the door was thrown open to let in this bull. His horns were long and pointed, his chest was heaving as he bolted into the middle of the ring blowing snot and stomping his feet.

He was about 3 feet tall at the shoulder.

Cutest little pissed off bull you ever saw.

The crowd was stunned and remained silent for a good 3 seconds then the giggling started. It was like a flood gate had been released. The whole place was in an uproar. So that was my introduction to the Dexter breed of cattle. And since I live my life with humor I just figure what could be funnier then a 6’2” 300lb man raising tiny cattle? Just think of the visual.. I’m walking around checking my herd, and none of them come up to my waist.

Fucking hysterical I tell you.

My mind is all cluttered. It is like I’m adrift in a sea of murky pudding. I am completely oblivious to my surroundings. I am recovering from a Tylenol PM hang over. I should have called in sick today but I just couldn’t. I would have wound up sleeping all day and when I wasn’t asleep I would have been treating my body like a human X box. Pushing all of the right buttons for the secret level and the fantastic finishing move, oh yeah good times, good times.

Of course that would just make me sleepy again.

The powerball is up to 92 million bucks so I think I’m going to take part of my winnings from the last time I won the lottery and buy some more tickets. I mean really who wouldn’t want a couple of extra million in their bank account?


Beware! Un-necessary change of topics! Please keep you arms and heads inside the car at all times.


I think I would like to make this a part time advice blog. I would like to give people advice, not that they would actually listen but I think I would be good at it. People come to me all day with weird work problems and personal dilemmas, so I would like to give it a try. Please share a problem with me. I want to give advice. If it is to weird or you’re self conscious about it email it to me and I won’t post the answers. But I would really like to see if I can do this kind of thing.

So lay it on me! Relationship advice, work trauma, what to do about training your dog…I can answer most of your problems I swear I can!

I know that you are all thinking that this cat has lost his marbles and there is no way that I could help in anyway, BUT I bet if you tried you’d be surprised.

Yes that’s right the apocalypse is upon us.


Brittney Spheres had a baby.

Well it sounds more like she had a cyst removed. Poor old Britney decided to have her baby by c-section (I can’t spell cisar…cister, that “C” word) to avoid the pain of natural CHILD BIRTH! That’s why it is called natural by the way because it is supposed to hurt! When you pass a bowling ball through a garden hose it isn’t supposed to be a real pleasant experience.

Don’t get me wrong, I know (from what others have told me) that is it really worth it. I also know what it feels like, by the way, and it is a nasty story. Lets just say that having a shot put fall out of your ass is just as painful as childbirth.

Anyway, I think the real reason that she wanted the baby by C-section was so that the Doctor’s wouldn’t see how distorted her junk has become since leaving the mouseketteers. I mean Whoops she’s a whore …AGAIN.

Personally I think there defiantly needs to be some sort of law passed that says you have to have some sort of license to have a baby. Or maybe just invent some sort of breeding stock, diversified of course, so that we can continue to evolve in the best way possible, just like nature intended us to.

See, we as humans have become complacent to natural selection. We need to start weeding out the herd a little. Think about it when was the last time you saw a stupid animal? I’m guessing it was this morning, it was taking a dirt nap on the side of the road because it was too stupid to know that not all bright lights are the sun and then when they see a PAIR of bright lights coming towards them that maybe…just MAYBE they should turn around and run the OTHER way.

I do not believe in creationism. Not at all, it makes no sense to me. A supreme being was playing in the mud and earth and decided to make a couple of voodoo dolls and then animate them and give them a garden to live in? Ok sounds a lot like a LSD trip I took one day when I thought the wood grain on the back of the storage room door was the absolute center of the universe and held the key to eternal life. OR MAYBE I WAS TRIPPING. Who knows for sure? Oh right I do. Do you know how I know? BECAUSE I’M NOT A COMPLETE RETARD!

I know some of you will disagree with me, and say that; yes, yes you are a complete retard. LSD is not a good idea. Dr. Leary would disagree with you, but hey, to each his own.

So back to weeding out the herd. I suggest starting with everyone who brakes unnecessarily while driving. You know the people I’m talking about. The dumb ones who for whatever reason can’t keep their foot in place to keep the car driving at a constant speed and then when they realize that they are going ¾ of a mile over the speed limit they hit the brakes instead of just taking their foot off of the gas pedal.

They need to be kicked to the edge of the herd and given to the lions. Or the people who think a light rain makes the road exactly like a ice covered street and drive 20 miles under the speed limit in the fast lane. They’re gone too.

In other news;

Brotherhood Of Irony Workers - Las Vegas Weekly interviewed some people who were picketing outside a Wal-Mart against the chain's low wages and non-union worker policy. They discovered the protesters were non-union temp workers hired by the United Food and Commercial Workers union. The UFCW makes them walk a picket line in five-hour shifts in 104 degree F. heat with only two 15-minute bathroom breaks, for $6 an hour and no benefits. One protester said he used to work at Wal-Mart: they started him at $6.75 an hour, he was making $8.63 when he quit less than a year later, and he's thinking of reapplying.

Wal-Mart will pay him $10 an hour to go picket the UFCW office.

Next sign:

Saucy! - Thanks to the Internet, the fastest-growing religion in the world may be the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It was founded by physics grad Bobby Henderson of Oregon, who opposes the push to teach "Intelligent Design" in schools. Realizing proponents didn't specify which God did the designing, Henderson declared that it had been revealed to him that the universe was created by a flying monster made of spaghetti and meatballs, and he wants that in the curriculum. His website (www.venganza.org) is now getting two million hits a day, images of it are everywhere, and one blog is offering $1 million to anyone who can disprove the existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

And his archangel, Oregano.

The Apocalypse is upon us….


So here is a couple of little guys to make the burning in fire and brimstone a little easier to handle;

Well I don’t know if anyone signed up for that elimination pool I was going on about last week sometime, but I put me and Bouby in it and yes I know 42 dollars down the drain…almost! There was a spectacular game on yesterday that wiped out 36.83% of the people playing. JUST ONE GAME!! I know it is crazy!! There was 113 people signed up for this pool and after the very first week more the ½ are gone!! All you had to do was pick A winner. Just one. No scores, no spreads, no over/under, just the winner of one game.

I didn’t get it right either.

So I’m out. I picked St. Louis with the rest of the 36.83% of the people playing in this pool. Bouby picked Washington Redskins, she is still in. Oh and the winner gets $2260.00. So now instead of it being 2 chances out of 113, it is a more manageable 1 out of 46 chance of winning. And depending on the picking skills of my Bouby, we could go all the way to the bank!!

The Rams played the 49’ers, the 49’ers were the worst team in football last year. The were abysmal! 2-15 on the year. They one twice all year. Who would have thought they wouldn’t be still “rebuilding”?...Well apparently the remaining 46 people.

Anyway the weekend was spent watching football and doing COSTCO! Love the bulk shopping, When I was single I would do most of my shopping there, well I still do, but when I was single I also tried to make as much eye contact with the women shopping there as well. You know so we could discuss the size of my cucumber and stuff. Well I came to a real quick conclusion. You can not pick up a woman while BULK shopping! They are all married or very very very scary. Single guys bulk shopping are just adhering to the “guy’s rules of shopping”

1. Get in buy a lot and leave
2. If it is worth buying, it is worth buying a lot of at one time preferably in one big box.
3. Nothing says manly like a BALE of toilet paper.
4. Two words: Cheap – Liquor

Women however that shop at Costco, they are generally herding a gaggle of kids, and are on a mission. List out, head down, maneuvering the giant cart with the precision of the space shuttle docking to MIR. They don’t want to chat it up about the size of anyone’s cucumber , they just know that they have to get the shopping done, pick up Billy at soccer practice, get home start dinner, close on the Jensen’s place, finish dinner, help slay with her math homework, and ride Daddyo’s barely adequate wiener for the 3.25 minutes it takes to put a smile on his face only to leave her unsatisfied and tired, so she can do it all over again the next day.

I just quit shopping with women on my mind after I figured this all out. However this didn’t stop the women from hitting on me! Even when I’m with my Bouby, I get hit on.

Saturday we were walking through Costco, and this beautiful bronze goddess walked right up to us and flashed me an award winning smile. Her gorgeous dark brown curls bounced lightly as she sauntered past us, I looked at Bouby and she smiled at me. I was a little taken aback but then again she has a deep seated respect for the fact that I am a seriously handsome man and she takes solace in the FACT that she and no other holds the key to my heart.

As we continued our shopping I would catch a glimpse of this beauty, as she peeked at me from the corner of her eyes, or from around the goods stacked in the aisle. She couldn’t take her eyes off of me, Bouby told me that too;

Bouby: “She is watching you”
Me: “What can I say, I have this effect on a lot of women”
B: “ I know you do How do you think you got a stunner like me?”
M: “You don’t have to tell me that I know that”

As we were finishing up our shopping excursion I caught one last peek of this curly dark haired beauty as she peeked her beautiful brown eyes from around her mothers face and gave me one last fleeting smile.

She was 2 going on 16. One more heartbreaker in the making.






You didn’t really think that MY Bouby would stand for a WOMAN flirting with me like that do you? She would throw down a serious ass kicking if someone older then 16 hits on me!


And here is some more puppy pics!

Well enough Katrina talk. Everyone is doing all that they can to help, with the exception of the commander and chief, and all of the prayers are headed to the right people, and the curses are reaching the criminals.

So I am in the middle of rewriting an install manual…Ok I’m having someone else write it for the 12th revision! It is currently 36 pages for a box like structure that has 13 parts!

Yes I said 13 parts.

36 fucking pages.

If you have ever put together any sort of shelf unit, or CD cabinet, or any storage unit bought from Target, or Wal-Mart that comes knocked down and you have to assemble it using a screw driver and a pair of pliers, then you know what we are making. But with those items you get a one page instruction sheet. We have to create 36 pages of instructions because apparently my client is dumber then the average Wal-Mart shopper. Which means they are one step above retardation. Or maybe even one step below.

Today is Friday and around here that is known as Black Friday for a few more people. It seems that some of our staff that has been dragging it’s feet on some pretty important projects, and now they don’t have to worry about that anymore. Because they don’t have jobs here.

Unfortunately I’m not one of them so my sentence continues. And yes it feels like a prison sentence.

I have been thinking of what I will do if I ever find myself at the end of black Friday, I have a standing job offer to do a morning show on the fly 92.7 in Wichita KS. I could sell real estate (if I took the classes) but that is solely based on commission and I don’t like that idea. So I will continue to try and drag this phoenix from the ashes and pray to the proper gods of commerce that we can survive.


So I leave you with this; Have a nice weekend and enjoy what you have because Mother Nature May want to rearrange it for no good reason. Count your blessings often and don’t sweat the petty stuff, pet the sweaty stuff. Make love and like it. Be happy.

Here is some more puppy pics to help you on your way!

A friend of mine sent this to me in an email and after doing some checking I found the original website, and felt strongly enough about the problem and the finger pointing that I had to post this here.

Enjoy.

Oh and go vote for me at Warcrygirl's website I NEED A NEW KEYCHAIN!!



An Unnatural Disaster: A Hurricane Exposes the Man-Made Disaster of the Welfare State

by Robert Tracinski
Sep 02, 2005
by Robert Tracinski

It took four long days for state and federal officials to figure out how to deal with the disaster in New Orleans. I can't blame them, because it also took me four long days to figure out what was going on there. The reason is that the events there make no sense if you think that we are confronting a natural disaster.

If this is just a natural disaster, the response for public officials is obvious: you bring in food, water, and doctors; you send transportation to evacuate refugees to temporary shelters; you send engineers to stop the flooding and rebuild the city's infrastructure. For journalists, natural disasters also have a familiar pattern: the heroism of ordinary people pulling together to survive; the hard work and dedication of doctors, nurses, and rescue workers; the steps being taken to clean up and rebuild.

Public officials did not expect that the first thing they would have to do is to send thousands of armed troops in armored vehicle, as if they are suppressing an enemy insurgency. And journalists—myself included—did not expect that the story would not be about rain, wind, and flooding, but about rape, murder, and looting.

But this is not a natural disaster. It is a man-made disaster.

The man-made disaster is not an inadequate or incompetent response by federal relief agencies, and it was not directly caused by Hurricane Katrina. This is where just about every newspaper and television channel has gotten the story wrong.

The man-made disaster we are now witnessing in New Orleans did not happen over four days last week. It happened over the past four decades. Hurricane Katrina merely exposed it to public view.

The man-made disaster is the welfare state.

For the past few days, I have found the news from New Orleans to be confusing. People were not behaving as you would expect them to behave in an emergency—indeed, they were not behaving as they have behaved in other emergencies. That is what has shocked so many people: they have been saying that this is not what we expect from America. In fact, it is not even what we expect from a Third World country.

When confronted with a disaster, people usually rise to the occasion. They work together to rescue people in danger, and they spontaneously organize to keep order and solve problems. This is especially true in America. We are an enterprising people, used to relying on our own initiative rather than waiting around for the government to take care of us. I have seen this a hundred times, in small examples (a small town whose main traffic light had gone out, causing ordinary citizens to get out of their cars and serve as impromptu traffic cops, directing cars through the intersection) and large ones (the spontaneous response of New Yorkers to September 11).

So what explains the chaos in New Orleans?

To give you an idea of the magnitude of what is going on, here is a description from a Washington Times story:

"Storm victims are raped and beaten; fights erupt with flying fists, knives and guns; fires are breaking out; corpses litter the streets; and police and rescue helicopters are repeatedly fired on.

"The plea from Mayor C. Ray Nagin came even as National Guardsmen poured in to restore order and stop the looting, carjackings and gunfire....

"Last night, Gov. Kathleen Babineaux Blanco said 300 Iraq-hardened Arkansas National Guard members were inside New Orleans with shoot-to-kill orders.

" 'These troops are...under my orders to restore order in the streets,' she said. 'They have M-16s, and they are locked and loaded. These troops know how to shoot and kill and they are more than willing to do so if necessary and I expect they will.' "

The reference to Iraq is eerie. The photo that accompanies this article shows a SWAT team with rifles and armored vests riding on an armored vehicle through trash-strewn streets lined by a rabble of squalid, listless people, one of whom appears to be yelling at them. It looks exactly like a scene from Sadr City in Baghdad.

What explains bands of thugs using a natural disaster as an excuse for an orgy of looting, armed robbery, and rape? What causes unruly mobs to storm the very buses that have arrived to evacuate them, causing the drivers to speed away, frightened for their lives? What causes people to attack the doctors trying to treat patients at the Superdome?

Why are people responding to natural destruction by causing further destruction? Why are they attacking the people who are trying to help them?

My wife, Sherri, figured it out first, and she figured it out on a sense-of-life level. While watching the coverage one night on Fox News Channel, she told me that she was getting a familiar feeling. She studied architecture at the Illinois Institute of Technology, which is located in the South Side of Chicago just blocks away from the Robert Taylor Homes, one of the largest high-rise public housing projects in America. "The projects," as they were known, were infamous for uncontrollable crime and irremediable squalor. (They have since, mercifully, been demolished.)

What Sherri was getting from last night's television coverage was a whiff of the sense of life of "the projects." Then the "crawl"—the informational phrases flashed at the bottom of the screen on most news channels—gave some vital statistics to confirm this sense: 75% of the residents of New Orleans had already evacuated before the hurricane, and of those who remained, a large number were from the city's public housing projects. Jack Wakeland then told me that early reports from CNN and Fox indicated that the city had no plan for evacuating all of the prisoners in the city's jails—so they just let many of them loose. [Update: I have been searching for news reports on this last story, but I have not been able to confirm it. Instead, I have found numerous reports about the collapse of the corrupt and incompetent New Orleans Police Department; see here and here.]

There is no doubt a significant overlap between these two populations--that is, a large number of people in the jails used to live in the housing projects, and vice versa.

There were many decent, innocent people trapped in New Orleans when the deluge hit—but they were trapped alongside large numbers of people from two groups: criminals—and wards of the welfare state, people selected, over decades, for their lack of initiative and self-induced helplessness. The welfare wards were a mass of sheep—on whom the incompetent administration of New Orleans unleashed a pack of wolves.

All of this is related, incidentally, to the incompetence of the city government, which failed to plan for a total evacuation of the city, despite the knowledge that this might be necessary. In a city corrupted by the welfare state, the job of city officials is to ensure the flow of handouts to welfare recipients and patronage to political supporters—not to ensure a lawful, orderly evacuation in case of emergency.

No one has really reported this story, as far as I can tell. In fact, some are already actively distorting it, blaming President Bush, for example, for failing to personally ensure that the Mayor of New Orleans had drafted an adequate evacuation plan. The worst example is an execrable piece from the Toronto Globe and Mail, by a supercilious Canadian who blames the chaos on American "individualism." But the truth is precisely the opposite: the chaos was caused by a system that was the exact opposite of individualism.

What Hurricane Katrina exposed was the psychological consequences of the welfare state. What we consider "normal" behavior in an emergency is behavior that is normal for people who have values and take the responsibility to pursue and protect them. People with values respond to a disaster by fighting against it and doing whatever it takes to overcome the difficulties they face. They don't sit around and complain that the government hasn't taken care of them. And they don't use the chaos of a disaster as an opportunity to prey on their fellow men.

But what about criminals and welfare parasites? Do they worry about saving their houses and property? They don't, because they don't own anything. Do they worry about what is going to happen to their businesses or how they are going to make a living? They never worried about those things before. Do they worry about crime and looting? But living off of stolen wealth is a way of life for them.

People living in piles of their own trash, while petulantly complaining that other people aren't doing enough to take care of them and then shooting at those who come to rescue them—this is not just a description of the chaos at the Superdome. It is a perfect summary of the 40-year history of the welfare state and its public housing projects.

The welfare state—and the brutish, uncivilized mentality it sustains and encourages—is the man-made disaster that explains the moral ugliness that has swamped New Orleans. And that is the story that no one is reporting.

Source: TIA Daily -- September 2, 2005

Robert Tracinski is the editor and publisher of TIADaily.com and The Intellectual Activist magazine.

I have no time to write so I give you 2000 words in picture form!!

3 years.

1095 days.

Yesterday was Me and Bouby’s third anniversary. We have been dating for three years, my longest relationship to date. Usually they dump me by now, or I decide that there is nothing besides the sex to keep the relationship going. Not that there is anything wrong with a purely sexual relationship, they just don’t tend to last long.

So anyway Boub and I hung out all day and did nothing. The perfume I bought her showed up in the mail and she didn’t believe me when I told her I had planned it that way, which is the gods honest truth, I really did plan it. She told me that she was running out of one of her favorites and then we looked online and she found a place that was pretty inexpensive and so I ordered it. And yet she tried to bust my balls about it even though she didn’t give me any material stuff. But then again, I never want anything, so I guess that makes it hard to shop for me.



Now onto a different topic. One of my old college roommates sent me to this page which is run by a friend of his so I know it really is legit, so I thought I would let everyone know about it. Here is how it works, (and it is on the website) you pay 20 bucks, Just once, not every week or nothing, an the you pick one team that you think is going to win and you may NOT repeat the same team twice. Last years winner took home almost $4000. So if you have an extra 20 laying about and you can guess the winner of a football game then you could win a nice little chunk of change. Here is the website;NFL Elimination Game

Today is probably going to be another lazy day of doing nothing. With Gas prices up so fucking high and my driving a crappy giant car with a MPG rating that compares to a battleship, I think we’ll just sit around and watch TV or play board games, or just take a nap.

Have an exciting Labor Day Weekend!