Looks Like Dillon Morgan Is In Store For An All Day Country Ass Whoopin

Well well well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. This is no good situation for ole Dillion. Like an infant who sat down to partake in a delicious ribeye and corn on the cob feast before it had incisors let alone the big beautiful molars that we all go crazy about, Dillion has bitten off more than he can chew.

We’ve all been there. You’re talkin mad shit online while you’re fueled up on whiskey. Meanwhile, the person you are pouring a well-worded grammatically astute tongue lashing to is fueling up his 2011 Dodge Ram 2500. It’s a manual too. How you even find a manual truck in this day and age is beyond me but the fact of the matter remains, he’s cruising by your house and buzzing the tour like he’s Maverick knowing that you’re deader than a goose when you open the door.

Maya incredulously says “whore?! His whore! Kick is ass babe!”

You take a look in the mirror.

Not great. Stop delaying the inevitable and come on out and get your ass whooping. It’s happening at some point. No need to make our warming planet suffer through more emissions than absolutely needed.

Anyway, I’ve written these blogs today on my phone. Time to rub some cow shit in my ear.