Monday, December 15, 2008
As for Slade Leeds, though, that son of a bitch had nothing but a poop-shoot and a zinger. I swear to God! And even though that process of him dragging his own rutabaga through the swamps at Sassy's was itself imbecilic, so, too, was he wary of it, totally, for Christ! I mean, just take a look at his disrespect for the cherry-pickers. That's got to be the most bastardly display of cretinism ever, I'm thinking (not that I'm 100% certain, either - obviously).