After mush deliberashun. I have decided ta become an entra, enterepre... someone who does shit.

I've begun transmaforming my kitchen into an upstanding distillery.

I need lotsa empty jars wit no labels on 'em. DO YOU HAVE ANY?

OFFERING A REWARD FOR THE RETURN OF THE HEADS FROM MY LAWN FLAMINGOS. >:[

I know one of you fuckers has 'em. Someone check under Dottie's bed.

Ain't got no cash or nothin', but whoever coughs them up gets to borrow my deep fat fryer for a whole day. And you can have this coupon I got in the mail for half off at Chick-Fil-A.