Alright “Death” if that is what you like to be called. Unless you prefer “Mr. Death”, “Doctor Death”, “The Reaper Of Total Grimness”, or “Baron Von Killington”…

(Death has a dog?)

BTW, I’m using my “inside voice” knowing how you like to kill people…

(Ruby red, classy)

I’m not going to fight you on your selection of Billy Mays, but he was also 50 like Michael. You got something against people 50 or older? Sure he had a painted on black beard and hair that looked fresh from a spray paint can. Sure he was way over the top enthusiastic about mundane silly shit like switches, Oxi-Clean, or that thing where make the little awesome as shit burgers. Sure he was super annoying…

(Good advice Wild Bill)

But I’m gonna offer you some advice; slow down buddy…

You’re over-worked. Take a load off. Find a hobby. Buy a parakeet. Catch up on LOST. Have a good cry. If you find yourself “having to work”, I’ll give you a list of “assholes” that you can pull from. It starts with Jon & Kate + 8, and ends with Winehouse…

(Vacation, good idea!)

I don’t know if it’s even possible, but can “Death” work itself to itself? Cause you’re headed in that direction, just stay away the f away from me…

Shows on Saturday were fresh and funky, and the crowds were piles of awesome! Thanks to everyone who came out and rocked it like a hurricane…

Have a day!