With James Arthur
Okay then, pansies. It ain’t hot. I’ll tell you about hot, like when the Comanche buried me up to my neck in scorching sand next to an anthill in Tularosa.
All because I said Iron Jacket’s daughter looked like the ass of a wild hog. I mean, she had this thing on...what?
Don’t interrupt my story, jackass. Folks gotta know what hot is.
Well, I am being told to “wrap it up”, fucksticks, so go on and get an iced crappachino, you weaklings. World will still be here tomorrow.