we're changing our heads to mean "slightly off"

My friend Jack Christian just started a blog. What you need to do is go visit it and read his poems. They're this side of cayenne hot with sledding down the ice hill in your socks thrown in. As I endorse barbecue sauce, sheepdogs, mustaches, sipping whiskey and anyone who plays the banjo named Papa Clyde, so do I endorse the poems of Jack Christian.

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