For years I practiced at the altar of the Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Their music elevated me to a higher plane.
I repent! I have changed my ways! I no longer succumb to that evil mountain music and its messages of peace, clean air, banjo music and a good bubbling still full of 110%mountain dew.
Now, dear friends, I worship at the altar of Hot Copper, the entrance to the temple of Mammon itself.
Praise the pursuit of unrestrained wealth for it pleases a man's soul (while waiting for CDS can do your head in).
