Nuthin' in life ain't free. You gotta advertise. So git yer coochie movin' and squeeze that real sweet ass into them daisy dukes and tramp your purty li'l moneymaker down to the dirty boulevard in your hometown. Show people you got's the know-how to git r' dun. Flowers sewn on that pretty junky trunk of yours, fun bags just about to pop out in pampa's eye while he walks by with that bitch he's been married to for nearly on fifty years now whilst she slaps him in the arm, and them daisy's cut so low you can just about see two newborn bald kittens wrasstlin' around in there just awaitin' to git learned up real good by a dozen passin' truckers or homosexeral preacherman. Won minus naught is won, two minus naught is two, three minus naught is getting whipped up on by the purty stick or six 'er seven of 'em while you make family's dinner money for the discount rack down t' th' Piggly Wiggly. Hell, you pull that all day sucker out yer mighty purty mouth you might get a li'l baby batter to brighten up yer day. Pig Suuueeey!
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