posted by Rick Neece in alcohol, brain damage, calm the fuck down, journalism, the world come of age | * | 6 comments
(the layered hair dude looks great in that gown! he’s got those fab Michelle Obama arms…)
Best microphones ever.
“Infrastructure can’t hurt me.” Thank you thank you thank you.
Raccoons still getting in there.
Broke bitches’ ball tonight.
The bus stop is over there.
Not me, I got a car.
Them ants ate the hairs off my feet.
(Don’t know if them are direct quotes, but phrases has entered my lexicon.)