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So, I’m guzzling SoCo and lime shots at a local bar on Saturday when the deejay, a complete bozo and an Abercrombie polo, announces he’ll be taking requests. Goddamnit, I say to no one in particular, grimacing as I realize the free Democratic vote has given us James Buchanan, Taylor Hicks, and laws against medical marijuana ... read more |
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I heard you’ve been having problems with your woman. The bitch reached up high–to the ho-zone layer–and gave your arch nemesis a reacharound. On your birthday. In an Olive Garden bathroom. That’s cold, broseph. Don’t worry, Mack is here to save you. We’ll take that streetwalker down a few pegs. No, I can’t advocate using a right hook to exact revenge, but an ironic and timely mixtape can do wonders where your sissy slaps might fail ... read more |
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