It's August and my muse keeps skipping off to the beach. I'm easily distracted by this year's bikini fashions, and the number of posts the past few days has slowly dwindled.
I also have a severe case of election-year burn-out.
That calls for a nice, cold "Phil Gramm 'Mental Recession' Whiner's Ale."
It's pennant race time, the Olympics are almost here, and world-class athletes will soon be choking on Chinese air.
John "Double-Talk" McBush III is handing out tire gauges at campaign appearances while offering to enter his dazed wife into topless "beauty" contests at biker rallies.
Who knows? One of these days my Frisbee might get stuck on an oil-rig down at Rat Beach.
Ah, those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer...
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