I beg you...

...to please not do anything to further piss off Hippie Baby. You've made it hard enough on yourselves as it is. If you provoke Hippie Baby any further, he may go nuclear on your ass. You've been warned.

Fore!

It's going to be in the mid 70's, sunny, and not very humid here today so I'm going to do something I have not done in months, go play golf. I'll probably shoot about 75 on the front nine but who cares. You kids have fun on the series of tubes known as the internets today. I'll leave you with this creepy ad from that 1950's Punch magazine I bought:

I'll see ya later my peeps.