For Fathers Day, the Buck Special:

A decent little pigsticker. Perfect for watermelon, canteloupe, bra straps, panties. Of course, I've already been told I have no date tonight, so I guess I'll confine its use to the wallamillion.
Even so, the girls were very sweet today, and are preparing Low Country Boil for supper in my honor. Although I still prefer the term Frogmore Stew, because low country denotes those evil bastards across the river in South Carolina. Nobody beats our Cocks? That's too bad, boys. Because having my cock beat is one of my favorite pasttimes.
Anyhoo, Frogmore is in Carolina too, so I shouldn't fret with appellations.
Too far to drive to visit the hole they shoehorned the Senator into, and don't really care. Gravesites are like cornhusks. The semblance of something there, but it's hollow inside.
I'll hoist a taste of liquor to the old man, treat him to a day of remembrance. He was a brilliant, crazy bastard, and I loved him deeply. And I am honing those genes, too.
Hmmmm, that'll help a co-ed fit in the trunk of a compact car easier.
Posted by: Bane at June 19, 2005 5:48 PM