it's the last day of february.
and i'm sick.
in fact,
i'm sicker and suckier than i've been in a year...
hell,
it coincides with my last trip out to minnesota,
so it's kind of a full circle return to the past...
great.
i did matching parrot skull/jimmy buffett tattoos on a pair of fresh ones
from further up north.
their philosophy?
everyone says they're weak-sauce for lovin' on my man jimmy,
but they couldn't care any less.
actually,
they decided to take their friendship and love of alcoholic summers to a new level:
bro tats, ya'll.
wonder twin powerpuff cheeseburgers wasting away in a margaritaville paradise.
that may just be the fever talkin'....
march better bring the spring.
floods, mud, rain,
and of course,
the winds of war,
and change.
blowin' loud and proud,
never quiet, never soft...
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