Been working on my ode to Disney's failure, with props to Pirates, Elon Musk rolling in, Johnny Depp, Amber Heard. I'm working on the rest, polishing it up.
Ahhh, as the world spews and the universe pukes, the Flea and gang are still full of chunky goodness that fills the Warrior’s heart like a lukewarm gas-station burrito.
Will we learn anything new? Or will it be the same old same old that we hear every night from her gilded craw, delivered with all the originality of a broken karaoke machine stuck on “I Will Survive”?
Bootlicker is still in the Florida compound, awaiting Goober’s release, it seems.
They are planning a big ‘release event’ for Goober, and it sounds like they already have costumes and mayhem planned.
Bootylicker is up in arms about how she will do her cap and make all her hair fit under it.
(chauffeur’s cap perhaps? Or maybe just a traffic cone with delusions of grandeur.)
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Fleasa lets us know she’s going to the beauty parlor to get her hair done so she can be fine like cherry-wine for her man’s release.
(Because nothing says “welcome home from the big house” like a fresh set of claws and enough product to survive a Category 5)
Amid the giggles and planning, we learn that Goober wants to get food first and foremost, and he wants to do some fine dining at Buckee’s.
After all, they are open 24 hours, and nothing says ...