I'm happy for you all that this went well. I'll definitely be joining in the festivity next year; this one was rather busy, but I really wanted to jump into this.
A f***ing exquisite album. Every track is excellent and I'm diggin' it. Odd though how the vocal version of the end credit music is absent. Hmmphh.
Thank you, Mr. Bryant. Merry Christmas.
And now, a line from Mr. Eastwood:
"Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but a dog shit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dog shit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya."
