Hey baby, want to taste my Johnsonville?
It might be time for me to grow up. Last night, someone close to me said that I refuse to accept responsibility.Â
“That’s not true,” I explained. “I just don’t like being obligated to do something.”
“That’s the definition of responsibility.”
“Oh.”
Then I made another drink and turned on SportsCenter.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus. Rollin’ down highway 41.