Ask A Texan: Who Is This Rich Entitled Hypocrite They Call The Boss?
Unsolicited, Unfiltered, Demented Advice That Will Likely Offend Everyone That Still Remembers How to Read And Comprehend Directions On Putting Together a Piece Of Cheap Assed Made In China Furniture. Momo And I Did It A Few Days Ago And Likely Had a TIA or A Brain Hemorrhage….
The Texan Straight up, I never cared for Springsteen, the little punk-assed in his jeans and white tee shirt touting ” Born in the USA. Well, he may have been hatched here, but he ain’t an American, at least not by Texas standards. The guy looks like an 85-year-old Lesbian Megan Rapinoe, holding a Fender Telecaster with The Roy Clark beginner stickers on the fretboard so he can remember the chords to Born To Run. Likely craps his diaper too. When I was a smart-mouthed kid, I would tell my mother, “You ain’t the boss of me.” Well, yes, she was, and that Tupperware cake pan would leave an imprint on my butt for a week or so. So, exactly is Brucie the boss of? His wife Pattie? Little Stevie? The roadies or the dudes that carry him on stage and operate the auto-tune machine loop?
His latest concert was a three-hour Bidenesque Rant about Trump, which highlighted that talent, which was always minimal, has taken the off-ramp to the nursing home in South Jersey. For those of you who care to contribute, let me know who the guy bosses around.
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