My plans for world domination, part two.
Look, everyone knows that a good despot can’t overthrow all the world superpowers simultaneously and assume absolute control without a decent vacation.
So that’s why, after one-plus years of full-time work, full-time skoo and full-time fambly, I’m heading out to the coastline for the next five days. While there –with cold jigger after cold jigger of tequila in hand– I plan to flop down on the beach, bronze my peachy skin and get sand in my crack.
Brett, by virtue of the fact that he’d written a way-out-of-time song for me within hours of my return to blogging, is the meaningless figurehead of this tin-pot quasi-democracy until I get back. In the meantime, you can poke around the newly-restored archives some. They’ve been gone, by my best estimation, for nigh on three years now.
See all y’all on Tuesday, prolly with some good stories to tell. The Redneck Riviera is a funny place populated with amusing people. Ciao!
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