If I take the time to unsubscribe from your email list serve, why in the world are you sending me a confirmation email. I am pretty sure you should've gotten the damn message, "I don't want you to send me any more fucking emails!"
In other, more hopeful and gay news, I got a new amp for my resonator guitar. I know what you're saying, "Gee whiz kiddo', it is already a really loud guitar (it does resonate with metal), so why in the world do you need an amplifier?" To which I take careful time to respond, "It is awesome..." Then, you say, "Yeah, it is awesome. Why do I ever question you? You're so smart, and handsome, and likable, and have nice hair, did I mention I like your smile, and tush." OK, easy killer. Aren't you getting a little carried away? So.... I am gonna go back to playing guitar now. Make sure you call before just showing up on my doorstep again, naked...

Oh yeah, the amp has a few different presets on it for my convenience. My favorite one, "Insane". It is literally insane. Aaaaaannnnnnddd, it is small enough I can hook it to my backpack, power it with a couple C batteries, and rock my face off wherever I want to go. Great things are headed my way, like a public intoxication fine or two.
It's been swell, but there is a full 12 pack of cheap Mexican beers in my fridge and lots of insanity to get to. Bitches!