Man, I was talking up this chick outside the Rusty Nail the other night, and she looks at my arm and says, ‘What’s revvz?’ Man, I just fucking looked at her, punched her hard in the tit, and left her ass on the sidewalk. I mean, my goddamn dick doesn’t even want to be with someone who doesn’t know who Ronnie Van Zant is. Honestly, honestly, I believe that if Ronnie was alive today there’s no fucking way we’d have a goddamn muslim in the White House. Fucking hell, just no fucking way. You hungry? EY SHERRY. EY SHERRY, GET YOUR LAZY ASS THE FUCK UP. BRING ME AND RICKY THOSE BREADSTICKS FROM OLIVE GARDEN AND THE MIRACLE WHIP. WELL GODDAMN IT, THERE’S SOME LETTUCE IN THERE IF YOU’RE HUNGRY, THE BREADSTICKS AND THE MIRACLE WHIP’S FOR GUESTS. Man Ricky, I tell you, I get tired of this shit. I just want some chick fresh out of high school, you know?
