Ok... I'm finally ready to crawl out of my nasty little rock I buried myself under over the last 24 hours. I've got to surface for FINALLY being able to find the funny in all of this nonsense (see below), when I get the last of the mud off of me.
I just want to make sure we all show up at Doug's going away party at the Red Light on Saturday at 6:30pm, drink buckets of booze, and see who flies their redneck, fucked-up upbringing, stupid ass flag first. My money's on Grant!