the FUCK TRUCK hits the highway
I’m a bit drained after shooting my load repeatedly all over Donny Deutsch last week. To make up for my low reservoir of piss & vinegar, I’m getting completely shitfaced on Wild Turkey (I'm 100% Irish—use your imagination). On a Tuesday evening. At home. By myself. Listening to fucking Queensryche, Operation Mindcrime (I’m a drummer, OK? Cram your pussy music tastes up your pansy ASS.).So, fcuk fcuk fcuk. Adfreak mused yesterday on the death of fcuk. My very drunken take? This was never branding. This was a doodle on a bookcover of a 10-year-old wiseass boy. I once owned a fcuk shirt...and...I bought it myself in SoHo.
Two more fingers of bourbon.
posted by copyranter @ 8:34 PM
3 Comments:
some of my best concepts have been birthed of bourbon.
Silent LuCrapity was on their pussified next album (which I regretFULLy bought).
i have the tshirt therefore
i am the tshirt
got it b4 they yanked it from the shelves @ Marshall Field's last year..told'ja Chi's a small conservative town
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