Well sorta... I'm speeding in my 2004 Suburban across the Hawthorn bridge... Eastbound, heading STRAIGHT for the pocket of granola eatin'-Birkenstock sandal wearing hippies that live up in that area, crowding them damned bike-nazis into the curb, or taking advantage of the mud-puddles next to the bus stops and soaking them thar hippies with said water... after all they don't shower that often anyway... of course I'm poppin' veins at the ocean of throwback weenies getting in my way... then I realize I'm being filmed, turn into the camera with spittle flying and knock the camera out of Martin's hands... it lands on the floor pointed in an awkward upwards position and captures Martin getting strangled by a monkey's tail... or something. Now
THAT is good T.V.!!
***Fixed a couple typos***
