“It’s summer now and it’s hot.
And the sweat pours out…
And the air is same as my body.”

We been on a real Smog kick lately. Not that anyone cares.

Get a big breath of Smog here and here.

This completely blew my gourd today. Man, if only I could make five logos of his caliber, I’d be a happy man. Lance Wyman. What a legacy.

Everybody, please keep Gary in yer thoughts today as, well, the little man is “going under the knife,” getting neutered up today. Like all issues of manhood, we arrived at the conclusion with much thought and genuflection. He’s better off this way. His HPM rate will go down. “Humps Per Minute,” that is. He won’t instinctively desire to fight cats, the dog in the yard next to us and the FedEx guy. So I’m told.

So, just give his balls a little thought today, as, well, they are history.

And what a history they had, in the nine wonder-full, piss-stained weeks since Gary arrived into our lives.

THIS JUST IN: Ryno wrote a nice piece about Gary’s balls here, which resides in a dark “corner of the internutt.” Many thanks, my brother. We’re all again make it through this one.