There will be no broadcast of The Word From the Trenches today as the broadcasting computer tower has finally failed, which I do not doubt has been destroyed by the mother f-kers who are in every electronic device inside my house. So we will borrow money we can’t afford to borrow, burn gas we can’t afford to burn, and go get another computer, so we can spend our weekend programming the son of a bitch.
Guess it’s time to call in Poison Ivy and give them a taste of their own f-king medicine. You guys might not believe this, but I’m the nice one in my family.
And yes, we could use a little help here, if you please.