Mo-ther-fuh-cker. I am hung over as all hell. I got into work ten minutes late, I managed to lift my head off of the desk top two hours later, and I figure to be okay in another two hours. In lieu of writing this morning, I'm pulling out my Detlef Schrempf impression ... Come ONNNN, Ref! and listening to Mitch in the Morning.
Is it wrong that I've never actually seen Tracy Taylor - the KJR traffic lady for the morning show - but I would love more than anything to bend her over and give it to her high and hard?
You'll have to bear with me, I've got a cold cup of coffee I couldn't bother drinking while warm and I'm still trying to keep both eyes open like a regular human being.
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