That’s right, suckers. You can take your Starbucks and your Space Needle and your Puget Sound and your grunge rock and your Ichiro and kiss my skinny white ass. Now you’re just another notch on the gun belt.
It doesn’t get any easier for you punks today. We have Josh Beckett, and he’s one bad mother..-shut your mouth – but I’m talkin‘ bout Beckett.
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