Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs. Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises. Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers. We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle.
The crowded future stings my eyes. I still find time to exercise. In uniform with two white stripes. . Unlock my section of the sand. It's fenced off to the water's edge.