You'll be pleased to know that today's blog has abso-freaking-lutely nothing to do with Randy Travis. Nor does it have anything to do with the sexy denizens of WalMart. In fact, as much as it pains me to say it, this blog doesn't even have anything to do with Russian hotties racing in the spiked heels for a gift certificate. And, while we are most certainly going to be discussing trash, we are not going to mention my white trash hero, Harvey Whetstone. We aren't even gong to discuss Tom Haupert's condiment jar. And that's even though it contains the image of Jerry Garcia. I guess Jesus was busy. You can see where you might need a break from … [Read more...]