The Billy Beer of Bullets

Ok, I’m a snot-green gun-goober now, but missing the Realtree camo trucker-hat and the insouciant only-one-side clipped overalls.
What a racket.
I hope in the distant future we’ll look back on this with the same kind of misty-hazy-dirty-mirror nostalgia that Jimmeh’s Brother lent to that equally vapid period of bad-porn, big-hair, and cars with chickens on the hood, as we oil our HK MP5’s in Freeland USA – because we no longer suck and they no longer hate us.

And I hope Horndaddy remembers me with a big bushel of bullets and extra wheelbarrows of cash that I get from the Triangle off Doom.

How many times to I have to buy this lottery ticket?  Cough it up suckers!

About NotClauswitz

The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist, fleeing the toxic cultural smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~

7 thoughts on “The Billy Beer of Bullets

  1. During the renovations I've undertaken the last few years I have ripped out plenty of avacado and peach bathroom suites but only once did I ever remove one best described as shit brown…whatever possessed them?


  2. My coppertone fridge died a while ago. It was only 45. I guess it's true what they say about the good. Probably could have saved it, but the committee determined that the procedure was uneconomical and the required substance has gone from over the counter to Schedule I.

    Back in the day I would have done the right thing to keep it from prolonged suffering, but the committee pointed out that they have these things called “SWAT Teams” now and the mouse gun would simply torment, so all I could do was sit with it and cry until the end.


  3. Avocado-green washer? Those were bold days for color and fashion, no matter what they say today! And the past is indeed a different country where Giants roamed…


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