Erik Bragg's Internet Litter

If I Don’t Get A Bourbon By Noon, Look Out

Fat Ass

I’m a pig.  For the fourth day in a row I’ve shoved a Carl’s Jr. Kentucky Bourbon down my throat.  Yeah, I even threw down on some criss cuts dunked in ranch and a Dr. Pepper.  I will be fat and dead soon.  There will be bourbon on my breath and a smile on my fat face.

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