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 [...]

Success shouldn't be measured by fame nor fortune, but by the size of your girlfriend's tits.