WelcomeNow that we’ve gotten that out of the way…hang up your chairs to better sweep, clear the floor to dance, throw the chairs into the fireplace because you’re officially welcomed to JD’s 15th Annual “Backed-up-paddy-wagon-mackin’-on-the-cats-ass-wake-up-late-honey-put-on-your-clothes-and-take-your-credit-card-to-the-liquor-store-maybe-you-shouldn't-have-such-hot-friends-I-got-rabbits-and-handkerchiefs-and-ladies-of-the-pole-drinking-Black-Label-but-there-ain't-no-mothafuckin'-dry-ice-Muhammed-is-the-most-commonly-used-name-on-Earth-read-a-fucking-book-for-once-over-the-counter-with-a-shotgun-I-can-see-Russia-from-my-house-get-the-fuck-up-out-that-740-shorty-I-ain't-playin'-she's-a-whole-lotta-woman-she's-a-whole-lotta-Rosie-kick-hot-shit-so-we-can-stack-the-Johnny-Cash-birthday-party-cheesecake-jellybean-boom-planet-rocker-show-stoppa-flow-proper-head-knocker-beat-styler-tail-dropper-do-my-thing-motherfucker-Phoebe-dear-i-think-Jacques-Costeau-is-dead-I'm-so-hungry-i-could-eat-the-ass-end-out-of-a-dead-rhino-hey-cherry-do-YOU-belong-to-the-physics-club-fuck-the-bullshit-it's-time-to-throw-down-and-then-my-penis-exploded-and-killed-everybody-bumpin'-an'-grindin'-like-a-slow-jam-freak-it-funk-it-backseat-trunk-it” Roundball Ruckus. Take a few minutes to sniff around, keeping in mind that once you’re finished you’ll be dumber than you were before you started. But let’s not kid anyone…you weren’t that bright in the first place, cupcake. Pretty? Maybe. Bright? Not so much. We’ve redesigned a touch this year so there may be a few pages that are still under construction, but power through and you’ll be just fine. |
