Thank god for moments of solitude.  I can only take so much of Rodney's "let's all sing along to the bluegrass station" travelling attitude before I threatened to kill him.  So we're holed up in a motel room right now.  Rodney's off asking about the weather and road conditions.

 My God!  My eyes!  My brain has been raped!

Man, if this doesn't cause nightmares, I don't know what will!


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