Weeeeeell, we’ve got the biggest party in the state of Iowa taking place this weekend. I’m only going for the beer and the food (which food?–you never can tell in IC: perhaps AJ’s or Wig & Pen…it’s called planting the seeds; I’m not going anywhere south of Burlington, so Ranchero is not an option…unless they deliver; there also needs to be a run for a Code Red from my homeboy Terrell at the Border; big-ass-tuggeyleg?). The propaganda will be everywhere…it would make Punkin barf.
Hello? Punkin? Are you there? Punkin…calling Punkin…
Vincent: Did you fall in love? Tell me that…you know, I’ll buy that. GIMME ALL YOU GOT! GIMME ALL YOU GOT!”
Kip (in the background): “Let’s violate his ass right now.”