Happy Dick Cheney Day!

Celebrate! Go shoot a friend in the face then violate Texas law by failing to report the hunting accident! Have a double shot of Wild Turkey while considering the "manhood" of a man who hunts quail that are held in boxes and released only when the hunters are ready.

Of course, I'd like to celebrate by pumping a 7.62x51mm NATO M-118 ball round right into his bloated center of mass.

Come and get me, USSS.

Dave Mustaine, take me away!

Some days, all you can do is come home and crank That One Night... Live in Buenos Aires

Executive decision sort of thing.

The gathering to celebrate my return to chewing will be held at the Gordon Biersch brewpub at 33 East San Fernando Street in San Jose. Dates to be determined.

The stimulus for this decision, which cannot be changed by God or man*, is that my bus stop on the ride home sits right outside their patio, and I can smell the garlic.

So, plan for mid-March or early April. You can be among the first to see Doug smile and not look like an extra from a zombie movie.

I swear, I am not preloading this song when I make denture-related posts!

*Kirsten, of course, is a different level of authority altogether.