The internet is a fine thing; loved by some, loathed by others. Used as a tool to deliver sermons by many, many slow-witted others and of course, all that Danny Glover porn. However, once in a while it becomes useful, such as this. A man falls and his shovel plays the opening riff to “Smells like teen spirit.”

Despite the rain outside, this makes me feel good. Well, less suicidal.

A one, a two, a one, two, three, fowah