I got a profanity-laced message from Uncle Jim (pictured here with his hero) that had me rolling on the floor laughing. He's not too cracked on my new picture, and he's got a point. I look like I'm in pain, even though the intention was to look like I'm singing along to Pantera's Mouth for War or something.
Lucky for me, that's easy to change. In fact, I have just the picture. This one will help me with the ladies for sure.
Or maybe not.