{source: digg}

Another nugget, just making those internet rounds.

Booyah, good sir. Booyah.

Dear little man-boy,

You sweet soul, I feel for you. I once wrote a song that might hit a little close to home.
Sing along with me, won’t you?

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun’s love, in the spring
Becomes the rose

Love,
Bette Midler.

This. Is. Awesome. Go, Scatman go.

You can never have too much hambone in your diet. Speaking of, some changes are a foot on my radio show, Stereo Hambone! Stay tuned.

Happy anniversary, Buckingham. You’re the best beekeeper ever.

YESSSSSSSS!

{source:twitter & zefrank}

I first saw this gem via twitter pal james archer but wow, the good stuff spreads fast, so you’ve probably already seen it by now. But who gives a rip, let’s dance our pantz off again anyway.

I have no idea if this talent had a name, but it does now: mouthbone. It’s no hambone, but it will do.

THE BEST PART:

I was in my backyard entertaining my friend with my hands…

The end.

@ Wiseguys in West Valley City, Utah
Friday, May 29th, 2009