LIVE from 11/16/2023
ENJOY if you missed it!
(I yawn so wide a blowfly could do a full outback circuit and still have time for a second nap..here we go again!)
Deep in the red-dirt wasteland where the only things that flourish are snakes, skeeters, and spectacularly bad decisions, the Bootlicker and the Flea kick off another night of pure grade-A nonsense.
They glamorize Bootlicker’s return to the gar-tudio like the second coming of a half-cooked meat pie left too long in the sun, complete with fake laughter so forced it could curdle a fresh batch of billy tea at fifty paces.
Blah, blah, blah… the talk drones on as usual with the standard chorus of gratitude thick enough to spread on toast and call breakfast.
Fleasa then holds court over the mountain of swag her “faithfuls” have hurled her way in the last few days; not just for her and the legendary Goober, but for the dog Jewels as well.
She announces she will wait and let “daddy” give the toys to the dog because the poor mutt is stuck in a sadness straight out of a Disney movie over Goober being missing in action.
Picture it: one forlorn kelpie ...