So this morning, what does old Cootsdaddy wake up to at his front door? Russell Brookspappy Brooks, dressed in a zero shirt with saline leaking out of his ballsack. He had on cowboy boots and had shaved his head. He told me he was Billy Corgan and that I needed to widdly his oranges with my strong grip. Agitated, I kicked him in the dick and ruptured his freshly salined balls.
That didn't happen, but it would've been far more entertaining than listening to that half hour podcast. It had some good highlights, but Brookspappy and Doughty forgot to mention what Cootsdaddy really wants for Christmas. A new Bloody Stumps album!
2 comments:
that pic is nice coots, glad i could put that image in your head. stop by this christmas, ill get you another bloody stumps disc.
good times!!!
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