Hey, Billy.
“I have’t fucked the sheep.”
Jesus, I hope not.
“I have rented them out for sexual purposes. Regularly. The guy who’s coming by in an hour is here three or four times a week. Better than a stimulus check, I tell ya.”
Stop pimping out your livestock.
“Can’t make me! Besides, I’m sending some cash to Black Lives Matter. Or something similar, at least.”
Similar?
“It’s not the official organization, but the money goes to black people. Women, specifically.”
You’re just signing up to private porn sites, aren’t you?
“Man, you know me.”
Yeah.
“They take requests! I make ’em put spatulas up their butts.”
Why?
“How else are they gonna flip the pancakes?”
We’re done.
Ya know, when I asked what was the last time you posted about the Grateful Deads, sheep pimping wasn’t EXACTLY what I was asking about.
But you didn’t explicitly forbid it, and thus: Our current predicament.