This morning I woke up to the news that the Rangers lost the World Series. I'm not a huge baseball fan, but I was rooting for them to win. Anyway, when we went outside this morning we were met with another surprise. Apparently someone was a bit more devestated by the Ranger's loss and was lying in our yard intoxicated and covered with vomit.
Luckily he was alive... just sick. Very sick. In fact, some of his guts are on our front porch.
And who was this that got sick on our front porch steps? Apparently his name is Bull Schitt. I didn't ask if he was related to Jack or Dip, but he did mention he was a Texan. All I can say is that I hope very shortly he leaves... with all his parts intact.
Behind the scenes of Bull Schitt:
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