A PLACE IN THE SUN (FOR MY iPOD)

O, the press releases people email me:



This is what I love about America. No, really. I love the fact that you really can invent anything and find some schmuck who'll give you money for it – like a pillow that makes you look like you fell asleep in the soup, or in yr dog's food bowl.

Not that I'd buy one.

CONSUMER TIP: Never trust a product that has the same name as the company.

Face down,

This is dF

PINE BOX? FUCK THAT SHIT! PABST BLUE RIBBON!

Speaking of being able to buy anything in America:



Well, why not? I don’t want to be buried when I die – I’d rather have a Hunter Thompson funeral. Or better yet, if budget allows, I’d rather be placed in the middle of a stadium and blown up with high explosives. Preferably inside something like this:



For I have simple needs.

If you have to bury me, though, get me one of these.



Only one that runs Mac. That way I can haunt you all from beyond the grave.

DISCLAIMER: Pabst Blue Ribbon isn't nearly as good as Frank Booth says it is. But Heineken is definitely worse.

Six feet under,

This is dF