Good Ford! This must be a bad day, because I'm having the urge to write about the life and times of my favoritest US preznit, Drahcir W. Noxin.
Drahcir Noxin was a rebel. I don't mean he was the kind of person who would wear socks that don't match -- nothing weird like that. He would, however, be likely to dress in ostrich skins.
I'd better get off of here and get my old body down to the gym. When I have a desire to write about this guy, it's usually because I'm having a big BM (bad mood).