Radio Nose Ferret.. Sunday?

No, you're not imagining things. Since I'm back here cleaning up the office and playing tunes, I figured I might as well just turn it into a show. You know the usual drill, folks. See you there!

Well, crapweasels

I just got a call from my idiot father a little while ago. He thought he was just having a really nasty stomach ache. To make a long story short, it wasn't a stomach ache. No, his gall bladder is shot to hell. He called after getting home from the hospital, where said organ is now an ex-parrot. Oy, and likewise vey (to quote the sage).