Either Acidman is on the rag, or he really takes his blogstock seriously. When I acted like a smug schmuck last week, and pointed out that his blogstock's P/E ratio was not as favorable as mine, he replied by publicly hoping my dick falls off. Not only that but he hopes that "a mangy dog picks it up and runs off with it in its mouth when that happens." I don't usually worry about such things, but this has me reaching for the duct tape. I'll be steering clear of mangy dogs in the future too.

If I'm ever down in Georgia again, I'll have to stop in and buy him a beer. Hell, it sounds like he could use a case. (I know I could.)