Like T Pain says, it’s five o’clock in the morning. Unlike T Pain, I’m not going to tell you a horny story about it. I’m up because I’m headed out of town, back to the Michigan homeland. The airport is a decidedly unhorny place. Maybe if I were T Pain, I would feel different. About many things, probably.
There are so many things happening that I’m dying to tell you about, but it’s early and I’ve got a plane to catch so I shall leave it all for later.
Michigan, ho! (says the Michigan ho).