I just been ass deep in the alligators of sloth, pure damned lazyness, and hell if I can summon up the give a damn to crawl out my cave other than to pay for my fine liquors and let in my cheap women. Or is it the other way around?

The only thing I know for sure is that there is one whole hell of a Christ on a graham cracker chariot lot to growl at.

My pop always said that listening to andy rooney when I wad just knee high to a grasshopper would turn me into a misanthrope, but I don’t reckon all the cheap liquor and fine women helped none. Or was that the other way around?

Either way I got my opinions. And before you go quoting that old saw at me just know this; my asshole is a whole lot less offensive.