"Ma'am...can you please identify your attacker?"
"HE. HAD. WHITE. SHOES!"
This Tuesday-pretending-to-be-a-Monday is totally throwing me off. And it's September. What even happened to August? Oh yeah, I slept through that month.
This weekend felt like an entire month. Alls I know is, one minute I'm chilling in O'Cals with HookerJones, the next thing I know - a tranny walks into a bar...and Nealon pours himself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Standard Sunday.
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