She’s named hers, and he’s named his. I guess it runs in their family. Hell, I ain’t exactly family, more like a crazy assed 3rd cousin of theirs they tolerate, as do most of you. But, my truck’s got a name too… Betty. Not only does my truck have a name, she’s got a theme song, and a remixed version of her theme song it was so good. That’s the Slick 50 difference…
Yeah, I put Slick 50 in her. So what?
You’d buy some new titties if you could, wouldn’t you? I would. I’d get me a pair of Schwarzeneggers…
My sister in law did and they’re pretty. She showed us… No, she had pop tops. I didn’t even have to open her beer for her to see ‘em. She just let ‘em fly… she was so proud. I was happy for her. They ain’t Schwarzenegger’s but they still looked good to me. She was on a budget. Get some new ones next week will ya? New titties Rawk!
Better ‘n puttin’ slick Willie C in her. He’d have hooked her on cigars… Then she’d be smokin’ in a bad way. “I did not have sex with that woman.”… the cigar did. I can see honest Abe spinnin’ in his grave. Gonna have to change his name to Crazy Willie. Or liein’ Wille. I’m bored with Bush bashin… wait… did I just say that?
Tobacco wasn’t meant to be used that way. It was meant to be taxed excessively you moron.
No offense Marcus… I’m sure cigars come in “handy” sometimes. Like on Fridays. After a good day of fishin’.
Bitterman is gonna come by after a while and see this post… probably next month, and swipe the tunage to use with his damned helmet cam. I bet his bike’s got a name. He probably calls it horizontal bop. I get the feelin’ bitterman and his “pig” are one and the same… On the other hand, he’s a big ol’ boy… maybe they’re completely separate, just joined at the crotch.
I keep on wrenchin’ on this pig, ’cause one wants their pig ‘necked out. There’s a gizmo on the left that lets you vote on the latest brainfart in a box that I wonder about. I’ve used it all of about 30 minutes. It ain’t pissed me off too bad yet… Anyhow, check it from time to time. I don’t plan on takin’ the “pulse” too often. But with all things new, they tend to get heavy use at first, and then, … the new wears off… If I pulled the trigger right on this thing, this poll ought to be up ’til the 30th. Lemme know, I like ol’ chucky, but I’d like him better if he was swimmin’ through the water doin’ swim by fillets and puttin’ ‘em on a stringer held in his teeth, like a rose. Rambo style… and gettin’ me a beer since he was up.
Take a kid fishin’, won’t you? Marcus, you’re closer… Damn, I wish I had a boat, and lived by the ocean… One day I’ll come up with a good idea like that. I just hope I ain’t too old by then to act on it.
I’d swear this was filmed somewhere in Tennessee. Listen closely during the beginnin’ and you can hear a vacuum runnin’ somewhere… But really, this little video seems just like somethin’ ol’ lawn mowin’ Eric would put to paper…
Now tell me that bug wasn’t hung… Kinda gives a whole new meanin’ to “needledick, the bug fucker” don’t it…
