On the way in to work yesterday, I was behind a truck with a cap on it (which is always annoying, ‘cuz you can’t see through or around it). Anyhow, on his rear window, he had a “Don’t Mess with Texas” bumper sticker in the middle, and two “Bush/Cheney ’04” stickers on either side. And I thought to myself, “gee, there’s a guy I’d like to hang out with.” Alas, we eventually parted ways, and I never got to meet him. In fact, I’m only assuming it was a dude, ‘cuz I don’t really know.

Now, I’m kinda confused, so you’ll have to let me know if I have this right. When the Pope says no birth control, we all have to go along with that, right? But when he says no economic embargo on Cuba, we tell him to mind his own goddamn business. Right? Or does this mean if Rick Santorum gets elected, we can all start smoking Cuban cigars?

I made the mistake of walking around outside last night wearing a black hoodie. Fortunately, nobody shot me. Though, to be honest, you’re more likely to get shot out my way while wearing a brown leather jacket and a fuzzy hat. Especially during deer season. I actually had no idea that hoodies were scary and threatening. I’ve kind been wearing them for years, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t very intimidating.

Oh well, back to work, I guess.