That’s right, bitches. Taters.

So The Powers That Be are apparently all job slaves. You would think that when you spend the week slaving for The Man, that the easiest links to post would be Saturday night, when they’re not answering to their Overlords.

Guess what? I was completely wrong. By 4PM Manly Time, they’re all drunk as a skunk. I mean, we’re talking face down in a puddle of puke, don’t even know they’re face down drunk. I guess that’s what they have to do to face another week of slow death in the salt mines.

So. Because I have no life, and I’m not being put down by The Man, I’ve offered to step in to take over Saturday night links. The poor bastards need a little relief. But if you think I’m going to be throwing down links like the last go ’round, you are sorely mistaken. I shot my wad, blew my load, spewed forth the best I had. So lower your expectations, get ready to snark, and chill with a little Saturday song.