Wood Carving?

We dabble. Just the bear necessities folks. Speaking of dabbling, check out TyGuy and the karaoke he is shrrredding with.



There comes a point in the night when one stops pouring whiskey into their coke and starts pouring coke into their whiskey. We all know this point, that teetering moment when you decide that instead of leisurely coasting down the road that spirals into drunken oblivion, you'd prefer to close your eyes and start pedaling towards it. It's no longer enough to feel a pleasant breeze. Now only a rushing hurricane, blurring your eyes with tears, will suffice. I have no reason to bring this up other than to commemorate with words how we all feel on so many nights and, in turn, so many mornings. Speaking of mornings, it's Sunday morning. Steelers play at 4. Go Yins!