TAMPA -- Three glasses of a lovely New Zealand sauvignon blanc, one stone-cold $12 club sandwich, one missed opportunity for a picture with none other than walking date-rape wanted-poster Brian Kilmeade, who walking-wanted-postered in past us while we were out smoking, and our phone was plugged in back at the bar. There is nothing to report from Tampa. Not one fucking thing. Not a thing at all. Drunk-face emoticon!
They'd like that stupid Kid Rock song that always sounds like it's going to be Werewolves when it starts. I fucking hate that Kid Rock song.
Sooo ... Florida's penis shape is ironic.
As for not tipping the cab driver, that is 100% in line for GO-Pee doctrine. It's their hard earned job-creating, tax subsidized money. They gotta keep it outta the hands of people who might spend it. No hand out, no hand up ... they're all pretty much "talk to the hand".
It's called the Tucker Carlson Cup.
i will be staging your encounter with nick from palastine for my next audition.
delicious.
They'd like that stupid Kid Rock song that always sounds like it's going to be Werewolves when it starts. I fucking hate that Kid Rock song.
Sooo ... Florida's penis shape is ironic.
As for not tipping the cab driver, that is 100% in line for GO-Pee doctrine. It's their hard earned job-creating, tax subsidized money. They gotta keep it outta the hands of people who might spend it. No hand out, no hand up ... they're all pretty much "talk to the hand".