Skull Discomfort

That’s right people.


I have a headache.  I don’t know why, but I’ll tell you this.


Here in the compound where we have vaulted ceilings and tile floors, the lowest decibel of spoken words uttered from Wifey, the kids, the dogs, or the TV commit a full blown assault on the canals in my head where I store all of my ear wax.


So if I could get everybody just to shut up for awhile as we wait for my favorite over-the-counter medication to take effect, I would appreciate it.


In the meantime, I heard from Robert Killian this afternoon.  I don’t think he liked the blog post.


Given that I’m limited on synaptic function right now, I’ll ask you a simple question.  What does a couple of Siamese elephants joined at the trunk get you?


Comedy gold.




Randy Tharp

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