Thank You, La Grange, And Good Night!
Ladies and gentlemen, the Elvis tattoo is leaving the building. La Grange, you can keep your southern, drawling, inbred, NASCAR loving, bickering, “I don’t get it, that’s stupid,” complaining redneck attitudes to yourself.
(But thanks for the Waffle House coffee mug!)
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OUTTA HERE!
Perhaps it was the shock of hearing such a song come from a golden-throated biker dude, dude. They were nonplussed.
I think that Amaya guy is off the wagon. He can’t even post a comment on the right entry. Hey, Amaya guy, do something about it before there’s an intervention, okay? Jerk.
Hey, it was such an important and valuable comment that it’s GOOD that it was posted twice. That Amaya guy is finestkind.