I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of

I Clearly Understood The Concept Of Wise Use Before I Ever Heard The Actual Words, For My Father Wouldn't Allow Us To Waste Anything.

Jesse Jackson And Al Not-so-sharpton Would Be Lisping Their Ebonic Mumbo-jumbo That The Policy And The President Are Racist And Bigoted.

I'm Healthy, Have A Loving And Adorable Family, Great Hunting Dogs, A Gravity Defying Musical Career And Most Importantly, Fuzzy-headed Idiots Hate Me.

Let's Be Honest, If The Democrats Didn't Support Ignoring Our Nation's Immigration Laws, There Is No Way They Could Win The Presidency Or A Local Dog Catcher Election.

I'd Like To Have James Brown As My Singer. I Already Have The Best Drummer, Tommy Clufetos. I've Jammed A Bunch With John Entwistle, And It Was Like A Musical Orgy. That Guy Is A Living, Breathing, Grunting Rhythm. For Horns, Let's Go With The Stax/volt Guys, And I'm Going To Have Steve Cropper On Standby Just In Case I Want A Rhythm Guitarist.