Bacon!

Ralph, you bastard, I'm out of all bacon!!!
















Damn it to hell, man, I can't get enough of this fatty salty breakfast catastrophe!

I get this deal where ralph, shown here without a capitol "R"










Does my laundry and gets me Kenny Logins tickets. In turn, his wife and kids are housed and educated while I blow bubbles from my wrong new car:










I drive this fucking car to Hardee's every Monday. Hardee's is like a Carl Jr.'s

I'm a large man who, if wakened, must be fed breakfast in a matter of minutes or face certain retribution.
This will keep all who darken my door at sunrise from my wrath. My very Squirrelly WRATH! And I'm just getting started.


I had this really odd dream last night.


I'd gone to the family farm in Walterboro with my mother and everybody was laughing for no reason.









And I love steak!









Ralph gets me some'them country bones!!!