|I Wonder If I Can Kill |
This Rose Bush?
Women are always trying to get men to behave in certain ways that are totally contrary to our nature: like peeing indoors. We like to pee outside, preferably on something. I'm sorry, but if your prize daffodils are in a big clay pot, we are going to pee on them, we can't help it. When I was growing up, my boyhood dog, Moonshine used to pee on the tires of all visitors to our house: not just one tire, but he would meticulously conserve his urine and pee an equal amount on all 4 tires. Moonshine was a man's man kind of dog. God, I love that dog.
|Keep The Toilet Seat Up America!|
|Do We Want This Kind of America?|
|Or This Kind Of America?|
You androgynous chumps go ahead and listen to Betty Lou, but as for me, I love America, and I am going to walk outside right now and pee on Mrs. Johnson's Chrysanthemums. Men of America, you are either with me or against me. Charge!!!!