“Anger can be power. Did you know that you can use it?”
- The Clash
In which the good ol' boys ruin their dental work and flake on their court-appointed therapist, as they dwell on the beast that slumbers within us all. Count to ten as Matt snorts moon rocks to discover the joys of verse, James is spectator to a civil rights showdown of southern proportions, and the two of them miss the point of a humble-brag entirely.
CHOO-CHOO, MOTHERFUCKER
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