Seeing as how I haven't posted in this "blog" in over a year (literally), now seems as good a time as any to fill the space. Rather than try to recap and recount a years worth of worth of blog-worthy stories, I'd prefer to focus on the one story that is captivating the nation: Keith Richards "relationship" with his father.
I've done my share of crazy things: I jumped off the roof of a house into 2 feet of snow; drank an entire bottle of jeger over a 4 hour period; attended a state school. But I can honestly say I have never (knowingly) inhaled a family member's ashes up my nostril. So apparently Keith Richards has me beat, as he has now claimed to have snorted the ashes of his cremated father...
*UPDATE*
Keith Richards has now recanted his story, denying that he snorted his father, claiming it was all a joke. You know, a joke. Like the time he snorted his father...
