What’s he got up on his wall? Is that an impala? Out here in Lost Angeles, only Impalas I see have Cragers on ‘em. With lift kits and shit. Now. . . .although I’ve downed many bucks, and I’m not kidding you when I say this one buck I shot out near the Oregon border had more points than I have fingers on one hand. He dressed out real nice but. . . .NO! No way in hell would my mama let me mount that beast up on a wall. (had venison burgers and tacos for dayyyyyyyyyyyys though) What am I gettin’ at? What the flock is that on his wall?

This man don’t have any voodoo magic or energy coalescing in his hands. He has precisely way too much time on his hands and he compounds his problem by spending it with just himself. What’s he doing watching football by his lonesome? Making up some crazy-ass shit and putting it out there on the internetz and youtubes and all. I’ll tell you what his story is. He’s in love with his hands and he’s gonna find himself in some crack-shack-nuthouse some day soon enough if he doesn’t get himself out to some pub, or a golf course, or church, or SOMETHING. And he better gotdang find some friends, so he can stop talking to himself. Or his tv.

Shoulda never gave that brotha no football. He just ruined a perfectly fine glass of Scotch for me. Skippy-ass Barner. Man I love to criticize them m-fers. But HIM? I’m gonna say some prayer for his ass. Tomorrow. At church!

DID YOU SEE THOSE HYDROPONICS HE HAS LITTERED ABOUT HIS WALLS? (I didn’t either, until I saw this blasted video the 6th TIME!). Check it out, I think it’s at 1:23 and 1:51 or some :51 near the end? They look like artsy-couture’ Bonsai trees suspended like it’s comfortable like that for them?)

This guy’s nuts-going-crazy. And workin’ that MOTA! (severely low on the sperm-a-ta-zo-a! wink?)

I guess I’m gonna forever be the “razzle-dazzle-fella” this weekend.