Rachelle is on strike. So I'm on strike, too. Solidarity!
Yes, I'm on strike against, um, plumber-style butt crack, yes. I've been picketing this one fat bastard's hairy canyon for a few days and let me tell you, it's no picnic. I lost a couple of my signs in that sweaty abyss. "Crack of Dawn, YES! Crack of Don, NO!" That was one. Gone now. Ground up into kindling between those massive bum steaks.
Yes, I'm on strike against, um, plumber-style butt crack, yes. I've been picketing this one fat bastard's hairy canyon for a few days and let me tell you, it's no picnic. I lost a couple of my signs in that sweaty abyss. "Crack of Dawn, YES! Crack of Don, NO!" That was one. Gone now. Ground up into kindling between those massive bum steaks.
An incidental comment: in Britain, one would actually be able to audibly discern the difference between "dawn" and "Don". Or so I was told by one British lady when she said by our pronunciation, my name ought to be spelled "Fon". Ugh.
Fawn