Please just cut to the quick and redirect all mail for the Snipper and the Big Altoona to 1430 Northeast Sandy Boulevard. This is the true home of these obsessed transients. It is now as if Tuesday is just a warm up night for the rest of the week. Anyway, the Farmers do what they always do, take turns beating eachother and then combine to destroy anyone who dares challenge their united front. This time it was the Mutha Fuckin’ Rain that found themselves dried up at the end. It appears, it always harvest time.