smackdownmullet: enjoyin' a beer with the little lady.

cop: that's a whore.

sdm: that's my sister.

cop: that whore's you're sister?

sdm: yeah.

cop: do you pay her for sex?

sdm: our dad. he fucks her. do you want to fuck her?

cop: i'll be asking the questions here you sonavabitch. how much is it to beat her?

sdm: ha, you can't beat her you fucking coldneck. you call that a mullet? this is a mullet (shakes head and lets mullet drift in the wind).

cop: (weeps). they told me (sob) i had to cut it off. i used to be one of you--i used to be cool. now my neck and back feel bare and vulnerable, my Busch doesn't taste the same, and my guns don't give me a hard-on anymore.

sdm: (gives warm embrace to cop) it's okay, brother. it's okay.

p.

tonight | tomorrow