everyone writes themselves notes right? i mean, event the best of us do it. even post-it notes. those are the best. i usually have a few around the apartment. reminding myself or any visitors of certain things in my household. i dont really think that the command center for a nuclear submarine is necessarily the place for a post-it note. or MANY post-it notes. to the extreme that they are blocking the view of the instrument panel. and there's like i guess what the navy would call a "student driver". here's the story. moving right along, the small oklahoma town of sulphur, smells like mars. celestial destinations in our future smell like a big chunk of sweaty ass. seriously. oh, and if you've never been to sulphur in the summer...well, you haven't smelled true 'nature's ass'. speaking of small town america, you would think that something like this was developed here in Oklahoma. but i guess not. It was posted on a site in the UK. well, point being, it's an...well, you see.... it's ahh..... it's a fake cows ass. that's what it is. you put your hand up the "fake cow's" rectum and the sensors inside tell your veterinarian instructor if you're pushing the "right button" or not. this is what i'm drawing from it. well. here. just look.

yeah. notice the mr. ed version next to it when you click on the image above. well, here's a complete description of that horribly bizarre device. that's about it for tonight. hopefully i'll tell a good story tomorrow or something.