Yokels

I haven't been posting today because I was wasted last night and slept in. Once I awoke, I avoided all areas of the house where I could possibly see or hear anything about the Tour De France, not wanting to ruin the event by knowing its outcome. So, I did all that and watched an unexciting stage and now I'm on the computer. And I'm still in a measurable amount of pain.

What the good-god-damned-fuck is going on with polpe?