No podcast today. Was too hung over.
Yes, The Great One didn’t drink all that much. But he drank enough. He had notes for a podcast and a story to tell about one of the hottest muffins he’s ever hit on in his life. And you ain’t hearing none of that today. I have no state of mind for recording a coherent podcast. Like normal. Yes. Really. Have you gotten Six Feet From Christmas yet? No More Volleyball Chycks? No Podcast Today. The Sun Will Still Rise Tomorrow. Blogroll Down The Toilet Merry Christmas You Cunts.
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