As many of you know, I've never shunned from dancing to my own harmonica. The older I get the worse or better (depending on how you look at it) I get at not giving a fat fig what people think. But I must add a disclaimer to the following video. I reallyreallyreally like a few of the people I've know on YouTube, but I've never been able to rise above the annoying crappola that accompanies communications.

I've never quite understood the purpose of Facebook. I've often muttered to myself, "I don't give a fuck that you just went to the grocery store and had to get a raincheck on Wheaties." I've never understood any of it. The only reason I ever joined was to be courteous whenever someone asked me to be a friend - I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and the option of silence seemed to communicate rejection. After 2 or 3 years I had only 27 friends, which sounds pathetic, but I never campaigned for more friends. Holy Chiggers, most of my 27 so-called friends were only mere acquaintances or even less - people I had no remote idea who they were. Then about 2 or 3 weeks ago someone hacked into my lackluster account and started posting insulting blurbs and posting colon cleansing ads and such - I never saw any of the hacker's posts because I couldn't access them. I immediately deactivated my account.

I l-o-v-e this video - perfecto! Poke. Poke. I think even you diehard aficionados will get a chuckle.