Sometime in the next or last 24 hours, it is, was or will be international 8 Barrel Day.

I can never never keep the order straight as between Jack Dova, 8 and that girl in elementary school who was impressed that I could spell antidisestablishmentarianism (but not floccinaucinihilipilification).

Pay homage to the great and powerful 8 today or yesterday, but beware of big ass Mopars, curbs, dogs, crazed shoppers with runaway carts, frat groupies who post classified ads for dates, Miller beer, keg parties at your parents’ house, Skoal and, of course, smart ass socks who will never ever let you live down any other damn thing you ever did or said.