I was going to type this long ass blog about all the shit that happened in Memphis the weekend leading up to the Sinner’s Ball and then I just got tired of it and decided to throw up the short version.  Here it is, read fast.  Kerry White picked us up at the airport wearing nothing but boots, a cowboy hat, and a bath robe.  Not even the cops gave him a 2nd look.  I highly recommend the Sun Studios tour.  It’s especially cool when you see pictures of people recording there standing beside the same shit hanging on the wall you’re standing beside.  If you find yourself bored with the food you’re eating in your town, go to Memphis.  Everything tastes like a mistake, in a good way.  A podcast called Ron White’s little sister Shea a tranny and it appears they learned the lesson of fucking with someone who has 150,000 listeners when you only have 150.  I responded to the podcast by showing them the ballon knot between my ass cheeks and my ball sack.  The actual Sinner’s Ball show went great and I got to hear a pregnant chic on stage say “sucking dick for mommy’s smack by 2:00.”  Comedy Central would never air that, get out to your local clubs queers.  The guy in the picture above is Wild Bill who conned several of us into getting him free beer while we were getting Shea a ride on a mechanical bull, only to have her defeated by a 4 year old who out rode her not once, but twice.  I’m fairly certain this may be the only time anyone has typed a truthful sentence that involved a 4 year old “out riding” Shea.

Thanks to Kerry and Tracy for letting us crash at their big ass house and waking up at the crack of dawn to feed us.  Thanks to the fat retard at Sun that danced to the cadence of a sentence when there was no music playing.  Thanks to the adulterer who gave us liquor soaked fruit.  Thanks to the cops for grabbing Sean and letting the rest of us make it thru with our beer.  Mo, sorry I passed out before we made it to the restaurant.