It’s mornings like these (rainy, dark, senile) when I wonder what Ted Nugent is up to right now.
Is he hiding behind a bush with his gun, staring down a rabid killer deer, breathing heavily, counting to ten before making his move?
Or is he curled up in his big cozy bed, reading “Chicken Soup For The Psychotic Soul” and listening to Kenny G. songs in the background, while he debates slipping on big fuzzy slippers to go and fetch himself a big mug full of frothy steamed milk?
We may never know. (I say ‘we’ because I’m sure you’re wondering too.)
You’re not the only one. We all think about that at least once a week.
Whatever he’s doing, it’s way more rad than what we’re doing.
Ted, White & Blue: The Nugent Manifesto
that and sending an advanced copy to Sarah Palin.