Sunday, September 17, 2006

Buttplow

Lord. Last night I met a guy named--really, seriously, I'm not kidding--named Buttplow. He was dressed all wild west show of yesteryear, with these fringed gauntlets on his wrists with great big letter B's, with a belt buckle with a great big letter B, with these cowboy boots that had great big letter B's.

Buttplow.

And do you know what he tried to do to me? I'll give you three guesses. And he told me, "I'll bet you get whiter and pinker every day."

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Well, I've got a rally to go to, so off I go!

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