No, Wait...That's Not What Happened...
Like most people, for me the thought of a Press On Q ranks up there with having a blind squirrel with arthritis perform dental surgery on you with no anesthesia while the two of you are being chased by a rabid gorilla on stilts named Rex–though why anyone would name a pair of stilts is beyond me. (Hey, if Press On wanted a lucid BB he should have told Blow Out to write it, not me).
[Read More]