I’ve mentioned many times (with a certain wry self-righteousness) that I pretty much stopped doing drugs when I was still in high school. If I ever question that decision, I now know that all I need do is sit through a few minutes of Frank Zappa’s 200 Motels.
Good god.
On a radically unrelated note, isn’t this just the cutest little kitchen cabinet you ever did see? Oh come on. Indulge me. Didn’t I “ooh” and “ahh” sufficiently over the pictures of your new kitten or the video of that stuff your baby spit up?
