It'll Take More than Double Yellows to Get Your Ass Back Home

In my last post, which also doubled as the first post I've put up in a month, I included this line as an innoculation:

On some level I want to self-censor, because I know that someone, somewhere will read this and say, “Ah ha! He’s ripe for evangelizing back to Jesus!”  Fuck that.  I mean, seriously, fuck that.

The post went up at 8 AM.  At 9:05 AM I got a comment from some person who, to the best of my recollection, has never once commented on this blog, bearing a bunch of Jesus-related crap.

Anyway, "A voice in the wilderness," this one's for you.



That, by the way, does not accurately reflect my life.  Also, it's really too bad that I couldn't go with the thematically similar, but less apropos "This Losing Fight," since it includes the phrase, "And you could buy her reparation flowers/But you make nine dollars an hour/And the whole thing's just gonna wilt and die anyway."  For the record, when Sons of Bill blow up huge like N*SYNC I'm going to start a tribute band called Reparation Flowers.  That said, have some more Sons of Bill:




Oh, and this one's for you, too:



I don't gotta buy the cure from you.  I know you're only gonna sell me the disease.