I was chased by a placenta out of my mother’s womb on the above date.  Since then, I have done little of note save for consuming unfathomable quantities of Cheetos and watching too much Discovery Channel.  I’m local to Georgia, more specifically, where the Bubba’s roam in Winder.  Our claim to fame was once the Mayfield Dairy until that grassy knoll was annexed by the People’s Republic of Braselton (post Bassinger).  I’ve graduated from college once, and hope to do so again, with more effective results this time around.  My current employer decided that it would be a great idea to produce mediocre wine from the bland grapes that can be grown in North Georgia.  As they say, the rest is history.  I now work at the only hotel I know of that pays homage to the art of poor winemaking.  I believe my school may be a racket through which Colombian drug kingpins launder untold sums of money, and my cat craps on my floor often enough for me to doubt the innocence of its occurrence.  Feel free to say hey or send mails any time you like.  If my head isn’t on fire with so many things to do, I may even answer back.  I do look forward to writing for this site, and producing some funny [hopefully] articles.