I know that’s right. We all fuckin love Ruth!

Possibly overrepresented on a couple Frank Zappa albums…

Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.

Nice fuckin job, eh…

Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.

That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.

Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.

(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)

Cheers!

Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.