Frist's Southern Hospitality
Your political pundit is at it again. This may get me into trouble. I just can't help it. My perverted cense of humor just kicked in. Just in case you are reading this Larry Flint, you have my permission to take it and run with it.
Southern Hospitality my Ass. Oh that hurt
An invitation was sent to a columnist that resembled a Cowboy's jeans. You had to unbuckle it and open the fly where you were presented with an invitation to atttend a 5th Annual VOLPAC weekend in Nashville. He didnn't say where this was to be held. Interestoing. Next when you turned the card over you see the rear end of the jeans with a Red Hankie in the pocket.
Here goes
Southern hospitality my aching ass. Y'all gonna get fu*ked all the to the bank. Red Hankie. Gollie he's gonna jam his fist up you-know-where till they squeel like pigs. Yee Hah, ride-em cowboy. Then he'll let 'em loose to roam the range (golf course) or relax in his studio while they recuperate. Let us not forget his wife the MD. Is there going to be a medical exam too?
Good golly, you are one sick puppy.
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