Friday, August 20, 2010

My Leg, Guns, Liqueur, and Ostridges

I dont like how the clouds just sit and float so lazy like, they don't even serve no purpose all they do is give us rain and water, who needs thems. we are in god damn America, home of the brave and free. All we need is brewski in the stomach, bullets in my gun, and gas in my super duty full tun extended cab 4x4 titin truck. What have those clouds been done to fight for our lady liberty, the sweet balls of freedom, hell she took MY LEG, took my career. They dont do shit just sit there, they dont know pain. You know i used to be a star, oh how the ladies loved me, they loved me so much, i loved me so much. i was the top adullt film entertainer in the united states. then the letter came in, the dreaded letter. Yes, i got drafted to Vietnam. i thought at first this could be good for my career, boost my masculinity, make me more ruff and tuff. But instead i cam =e back a handy cap. look at me now, living in an old hitch trailer in a vacant lot. one thing i do know is that im proud to be an American!!!
(Breaking into song) That I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free. And I wont forget the men who died,who gave that right to me. And I gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today. ‘Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA. i sing that song every day as i walk down Kush Lane for my morning stroll with my favorite Ostridge, especially in front of that Vietnamese restaurant. it makes me grateful to know i have my Ozzies (aw-zees), thats what i call my Ostridge's, my little babies. I built a pin for them, attached right to the side of me home. its time for me to walk to gun and liqueur store, practically my second home.