Saturday, June 20, 2009
Midsummer Night's Induced Coma
See you'se all mooks in 30 days, give or take (you give, I'll take).
With great hope, absolutely nothing of value, interest, or portent will take place over the next 4 weeks. Of course, should something of value, interest, or portent take place, I trust you'll hunt it, grab it, nail it, skin it, kiss it, kill it, and shove an apple in its beak for the grand return.
It's summer, people: get a nice sultry photo of Mills in his swammin' trunks holding a glock, so we have something to show for when it's really hot and muggy.
Or, wait, nevermind, here you go: