SUNDAY!  OH!  You thought that just because the 2008 Riding4Beer World Tour was over you'd stop getting these daily high-quality posts at discount prices? (they're free you cheap bastards!).  Look, there's no way that after spending months building up our online audience in excess of 5 people that we would abandon that kind of loyalty!  Besides, we have to keep posting - the terms of our probation (from a trumped-up and bogus "morals" conviction two years ago in South Dakota) require us to participate in a "self-awareness" program, and we convinced some liberal, anti-death penalty judge that writing was good therapy!

Speaking of "good therapy" (we were in the previous sentence), last night we went to the world famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse (on "the" Palm Canyon Drive, Baby!) for the first time in almost three months (that's because we were on the Riding4Beer World Tour, remember?).  We were surprised to see that most of our old friends were still around and not back "in" as guests of the California Law Enforcement Community.  We also had a bit of a party to celebrate the end of the whole "around the world" B.S. (aren't you glad that sh_t is over!) and in the process we learned that while chocolate ice cream cake may taste GREAT with 2 or 10 beers, later you pay the price for mixing the two (we don't need to be graphic here do we?  You get it, right?).

Anyway, we've been home here in the trailer park just two days now and we're already back into our regular daily routine.  We crawl off the sofa-sleeper around noon (if we wake up early), check the legal notices in the newspaper (borrowed from the stripper that lives in space 22 - come on, she can't read!  She never finished 6th grade after that spanking incident with the principal) for our names and then wander over the to Palm Canyon Roadhouse (it's world famous you know) to have a few cold beers and take the "edge" off.  We know that most of you have more complex lives with important jobs in big glass office buildings, mortgage payments the size of the national debt and 20 screaming 8-year olds to coach on your kid's (make 'em take a paternity test) soccer team, but what can we say, our life sucks...

                                             4 PICS - HEY!  THEY'RE HIGH QUALITY AND DIGITIALLY UN-RETOUCHED!

      
It's never pretty at 2pm when Kevin wakes up.     The owner of the Roadhouse winces when he hears we're back!

      
No more "around the world" sh_t!  YEAH!                               WARNING!  Do not eat ice cream cake and drink beer!