Guys, guys, guys. I am the poster boy for the effectiveness of the KenTX boycott. Before the boycott, I wasted a lot of energy trying to re-educate Ken. Then I realized that his brain is far too old to ever change. It's like a Baby Ruth bar that's been sitting on the same store shelf for three years. You can't eat it. You can't so much as bite it. Not even a diamond jackhammer could make a dent in that fossil.

(I can say these mean things about him now because, as far as I'm concerned, he's not around anymore.)

So I joined the KenTX Boycott, permanently. And guess what I found out. It turns out that life without KenTX is virtually indistinguishable from life with KenTX. In fact, the only thing I ever got from KenTX was my time wasted.

PS, there's no way Ken has a big horsey. In Soviet Texas, big horse have you.

by OneHitKill on 03/17/2010 10:15:19 PM EST