It was a difficult drive to the Rock Penthouse today. Not because of the freshly-fallen 2-4 inches of snow, but because I was driven to deep introspection. As my lifted 4x4 plowed through the bodies of bloated and frozen vegetarians, I contemplated my own mortality. Why did I survive while those spindly okra-eaters bite the big nanner?
I'll tell you why. It's because I have a little Ted Nugent in my DNA. I like steaks and loaded potatoes. I like work boots and tire chains. I like guns and a hot bowl of chili. For some reason, I feel like singing A Country Boy Will Survive...
God Bless America, 4-wheel-drive vehicles with big blocks and rock and roll!