Thursday, September 1, 2016

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain


I found the secret to being able to listen to music while dropping the kids at school. It's not important WHAT I am listening to, it's what I APPEAR to be listening to. So Weird Al's "Amish Paradise" cranked to the level you can hear the bass outside the car is perfectly acceptable as long as no one gets too close to hear the words. Because the white lady driving a Honda van listening to Gansta Rap seems perfectly legit.

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