Freak!

As we mourn the passing of daddy's day, let us listen to a song by a guy who scares the hell out of kids. No, not Johnny. The other guy.

What a scary looking dude!

His poems are damn awesome, but if he came to Arnica's library (presuming Arnica knows where his library is) and read from his books, Arnica would bolt, or pee his pants, or cry, or just cry, pee his pants and then bolt. Regardless, soilage would be the order of the day. But on the good side, it would mean Arnica found out where his library is. What, no playboys in the magazine isle. Lame!