
That Obama is one bad mother...
"Shut your mouth!"
I'm just talkin' bout Obama...
I met with Tom Cruise about my "image problem". He suggested I try this move to start off my business meetings and when I meet people. I've been walking around like this for 2 days now and it's working great. So when you see me in a bar or on the lake or downtown or something, greet me with my new trademark greeting and say "Whott up Footster!" Here's Tom demonstrating "the move".
That gold ball is mine, that silver building is mine, Old Town is mine, all those bricks are mine, those tent things are mine, that bank is mine and those two radar dishes are mine. Mine! All mine! ALL MINE!!!. You idiots. What's next after I suck Knoxville's dignity into my black heart?
A lot of people are saying I'm full of it and not an honest guy. Well, I'd like to put a band-aid on that wound by saying - Let's all get nipple rings! I mean it. I'm serious. What's the best place to get one? I'm paying for the 1st 20 people who want to get one with me. I've got one now, but I'm getting another one. Email me and let's get nipple rings!
This is my cat. I named him "Dr. Poopie Cutington". He's the ruler of all cats! Just like I'm the ruler of all Knoxvillians. His favorite book is "The Complete Works of Meow Tse-Tung." I get in trouble when he pees in the kitchen. In this picture he's watching the Gomer Pyle dvd I bought for him at Sam's. I'm trying to teach him to talk like Peter Lorre.
What an actor. This is who I pattern my fashion sense and "Game Face" after. His philosophies have shaped my life as well as my career. His effeminate laugh has become a staple in my personality. I try to stay as pale as possible to look more like him although I do look like I have rosacea. I think about him and pray to him every night.