Some asshole left a loaf of french bread on my microwave when we were drinking, who leaves french bread on a microwave when you're drinking. I wake up with my tongue in a broken molar. Don't trust North Dakota dentists. I wonder what it's gonna feel like to shit out a filling. I'm not just gonna dig through my fucking poop for the hell of it. It's non Thursday. I've got a reonion to go to. I always thought I'd be the guy run over by two cars jumping out at folks at 3 a.m. on the highway dressed as a yeti. It was my buddy Randy Tenley. My chagrin, Norwegian Wood.