Fuck journalism, Part II

I have decided to leave this evil trade and try my hand at being the VP of the CMT Dukes of Hazzard Institute, where I will get paid six figures to watch the show, scratch my ass, write a blog about the show and sing the theme song. I think you also have to sign a contract which states you will spank it to old posters of Catherine Bach at least twice a week.

I think I have a pretty good chance … but then again I’m fairly confident anybody from Joplin would be qualified for the job. However, I used to have the Dukes lunchbox and how cool would it be to blog about the ultimate backwards-ass inbreds show from Tokyo? Of course, I’d fly in for Dukesfest.

Guh guh guh — I love it, I love it.