It’s bear spray for sand niggers.
All your wimmins belong to me.
No filters either.
Jesus Christ, Change The Oil Once In A While!
That fucking engine is toast.
Yeah, thumbs up buddy, it’s all better now right?
When ya just can’t scratch it…
Crusades! A possible cure for the itch that drives you mad.
A point in your life.
No truer words have been spoken.
You know we are gonna have a shortage of black ink, may have to dip into the national reserves…
Nothing honey…
Who remembers? Can you name them?
For the “Outlaw Josey Wales” freak in my life.
His Guitar Isn’t Weeping, It’s Screaming For Mercy
I’ll be the first to admit that this cover of My Guitar Gently Weeps ain’t the greatest by a long ways but when the lead guitar player cuts loose at about 3:45 in , it makes it all better.
I absolutely guarantee it because it is fucking EPIC.
Southerners love their truck.
Prophet…
