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 […]

Everytime I see a balding, 500 lb piece of shit with eczema eating Cinnabon, smoking a cigarette and hobbling in line outside GameStop to get the latest WOW expansion; I just can't stop thinking to myself, 'That, came out of someone's vagina'.