Yeah I know it's Aug 9th now, but I was far to busy destroying DC in a booze filled jubilee to come home to post. But seeing as how I am here now I just wanted to say August 8th is indeed a beautiful day...rot in hell Jerry Garcia you fat smelly hippy fuckwad.
I will be so fucking happy when the rest of the band dies, AND their worthless followers. One guy I used to know went and chased a deadhead with a Claymore sword while in a drunken rage once. It ended with his stabbing the sword into a dancing bear poster. I still think gleefully of that evening.
