That that is an overt reference to his legendary sexual prowess.

What a day.

Yesterday was a blur of cleaning the new studio, moving my print shop to the aforementioned studio, tutoring, El Super Taco, and passing the hell out.

At some point, I spent my last $110 on my electric bill. It was then that I discovered the most bizarre thing I’ve seen in a while. On my electric company’s website, in the streaming banner at the top, this image appeared:

Nope. Nothing sexual to see here.

I have no idea what it was for, now that I am writing this. My guess it was something concerning $100 and summer time. Because people eat corn dogs in the summer time? Whatever. The point is, what the fuck is happening?! Why is Ben Franklin eating a corndog? And why is there mustard dribbling down his chin like ejaculate in an adult film? My electric company has lost their goddamn mind.

In other news, it is about time for me put some pants on and head to the birthday party for Rosco the Furious Mick. 10 YEARS!!! 10 Years.

Maybe, if there’s time, I’ll move some more stuff over to the new studio before Pathfinder tonight. Won’t that be lovely?

See ya’ tomorrow. (After the WBA match, that is.)

More soon. ~SC