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I was enjoying my Linda McCartney vegetarian entree today when I had a thought. Why does Paul McCartney need more money?

I would think that his account would be full by now. That the bankers would call him and literally say, "I'm sorry there's not room for any more money in your account."

And he's spending it as fast as he can. He has that young one legged wife. That has to be expensive.

Anyway, I don't want to hear that this is some legacy for her because that's absolute bullshit. This is a frozen dinner. It's no legacy. and to be honest, it was a bit chewy.

the package says, "a donation will be made to the Make a wish" foundation for each package sold. Excuse me if I'd like a bit more information. Is it a penny, a dollar, a pound? Is it whatever they want it to be? You can say what you want about Paul Newman's crappy products but he gives 100% of his profits to charity. 100%. that means all of it. I can respect that.

I have no problem with the make a wish foundation. One of my closest friends from childhood got an amazing guitar from them. then he died. which brings up a really good point about the make a wish foundation. I can't believe it's a real morale boost to get a present from them. If you're in the hospital and you get a present from the make a wish people, they might as well hand you a tombstone and a chisel. they should expand the make a wish foundation to kids who aren't going to die. that way you don't have to get bummed out when you get your present from them.

Funny story. My friend Peter calls me and tells me Tony just got a Les Paul guitar, that was actually made by Les Paul. I think Les Paul might have even handed it to him. (Tony was 17). I remember saying to Peter. "That's so funny. why would they give Tony a guitar? He's not going to die. Tony died about a month later. Did I say that was going to be a funny story? I guess I was wrong. Man that still makes me sad. Like it was yesterday.

I'm not a vegetarian. Only if you can be a vegetarian and still eat meat. Because I eat meat. Especially bacon. Today I ate that Linda McCartney meal, and a lot of cookie dough. One of my neighbors, new neighbors likes to stand in his backyard and play his bagpipes. It makes me feel like I'm in a David Lynch movie.

My dog lives his whole life balls out. Which is ironic, because before I could take him home from the pound, they cut his balls out. I can't imagine what he would be like if he still had them.

Man that Tony story has bummed me out. Live balls out while you can.