Like performer-in-mufti Precious Moments, I like a good ass. In fact, when ass is on the menu, I’m typically the first one at the table.
Why, then, oh why have they not invited me to sing for the tow-headed masses at the trash-a-thon otherwise known as the Indy 500? I can out-rim ol’ Gomer with one hand tied behind my back. In fact, make it two–just for kicks of course….
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