“Sloopy and Banjos, sitting in the cold…”

I’m not one to air dirty laundry, but I’ll let your clever little minds figure it out.

 

Links?!?

 

Ahaha! Aha! Who the hell would fly to the East Coast in the next five days, amirite?

 

Shut up, sit down, and eat your bugs. You’ve earned this.

 

I mean, you can’t just grind some up in Koolaid, toss it back and go for broke, right? Right?

 

BECAUSE THEY DON’T FUCKING WORK!!!!!!

 

Okay. Go out into the world angry today. Get it all out. Christmas is on Sunday.

 

Alright, I’m done. Pray for pity on Sloopy’s soul.