Bumpercrop of Failure

Where’s Willie Nelson when you need him? Throw me a concert, sing me a song, pay your taxes so I can get FEMA to declare my toilet bowl farmland a disaster area and get one of those sweet New Orleans type nonpaybackable loans. What I am trying to say is that my dream of growing […]

It may be fat, unkempt, misshapened and attached to mentally retarded chicks with low self-esteem, but I can pull me some pussy.