Happy fourth of July everone.
Nothing says Happy Independence Day like a marathon of re-runs on the ole boob tube. I love that term. “Boob tube.” Classic.
So anyways, before I go eat smoked meats and watch stuff get blown up, I decided that I’d run out my own re-run marathon. If you are new to the site maybe a few of these may convince you that I don’t suck. If you are an old reader, maybe you’d like to revisit an old favorite… or not. Whatever.
The Vanedave Fourth of July Marathon
Going Out On a Limb (First time on stage)…
Alright. Off to a bbq. More of the marathon later.