Let me see it. Is it cute? So cute. Send it to me. Me too. Okay. Look what I just

posted. Brunch with these two dumb dumb. Oh my gosh. So good. Is this good? I said Sunday,

Sunday with these idiots. Yeah, that's good. That's great. So cute. Okay, okay, so cute. Look

what I just posted. Eating crap with these sacks of f***. If they died tomorrow, no one would

shed a tear. So cute. What the hell? You called me a dumb dumb and she called me an idiot.

So yeah, when you post a pick of yourself where you look really cute, then you have to

say something a little self-deprecating so it doesn't look like you're just bragging.

Oh, all right. This is good. Slaping down some f*** with these f***s and I'm the f***

of them all. If I died tomorrow, no one would shed a tear. Load my freaking large carcass

into the mud. No cop and please. Just wet, wet mud. Bay. Jesus Brenda. All right. I got

it. Yeah, gulping down some f***s with these bags of meat. Sunday,

Sunday with these f***s. Hope nobody gulps us. So are we the f***s or the bags of meat?

Okay, let me try another one. Sitting here with two bonafide pieces of hog f***. They're

mad because I won the best hog at the hog f***s snarthing contest. But I'm not mad because

we're all loads of beef sitting on the side of a highway, getting our butt sucked by flies.

I tagged you both in that. Why? Why are you guys bullying me?

Maybe T.L.

Maybe he saw his reflection and thought, I'm flying in hot for that hottie.

It's like you're on mini garden and well, nobody think about it. It's kind of fun seeing

how good it grows. It's kind of like, you know, kids. It's kind of like kids growing up.

My podcast is on life support. Hey, I need new listeners. I want to be the bad boy at

public radio like Elvis Mitchell.

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