Most of the time, these days, Vman staggers around his homestead trimming trees and pissing in the apple grove, but once in a while he sits down and knocks one out of the park, like the Sultan of Swat he is.

Go. Read. This is why you keep this motherfucker blogrolled, because when he connects, its like the Babe sending one over River Avenue.

You are the fucking Ziggurat, boy.