Call me Nostradamus or call me a frikkinluckydoodooeatingsubhuman, but I just knew The Godfather Of Soul was going to die sometime in 2006. Just had a great big hunch. Of course, he was already in his seventies but he was relatively robust, no? Ah, well, pneumonia kills old people and grade school kids like holy hell (Kid:How do you say this word!? PUH-NU-MONIA!? Teacher: The P is silent because English sucks ass)

Anyway, he's dead and this bums.

I needed to type this, sorry. I'll post some garbage art and some pungent, why-the-hell-did-you-have-to-type-that comments on people's submissions in a couple hours or so. Or not. I might just fiddle around with this giganto-big-o book of retarded Led Zeppelin tablature I got for XMAS because I can barely read music. All Cows Eat Grass, FACE, and so on.