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!