Oh, motorcycles. How much more sense can you possibly make now that gasoline is $19 a gallon and the population is as such that there are currently at least six people in every room of your house (including bathrooms and attic), and there are several dozen standing outside waiting for someone to die so they can sneak in.
Speaking of motorcycles, I'm workin' on a dirt bike themed t-shirt design to put in the store. Also Doc Hastings is coming over this weekend to scrawl some chicken scrath in a couple hundred copies of his new book. And we just ordered a bunch of trophies. And now to dance wildly and suddenly fall asleep.
