For all the famous cocks and cornholes:

A little Cold Cock Malt Liquor will getcha going…

Some buttfuck today claimed to have my resume on hand and then proceeded to offer me a gig:

Support Staff I
Rate: $14/hour 1099
Length: 3 months

N**** please!

… but I’ll be damned if I don’t know who’s driving…

to marry that?

In case you missed the story, here it is: Family Members May Be Hiding Inmate

are just a few of the words that spring to mind because I have a Lee Greenwood song stuck in my head.

Ugh.

He’s the pre 9/11 Toby Keith.

By the way, August really sucks.

It really takes a lot to get a fat man up from off the sofa and write on B ‘n’ S, but tonight I am compelled.

CoqRoq: need I say more?