As you can probably guess, this is my first time writing on BWC's new website. There's a lot of pressure to perform, especially for my gee-tar slingin' Albertan men.
But who gives one shiny shit what they think, anyhow? I will do as I do, say what I say, and if you have a problem with it, well then. You can kiss one (1) of my round ass cheeks.
In my opinion, it's hard to find people who say it how it is. I tend to say things like, "To the left, more, more...okay, you sorta found it, now keep trying," whereas most of these pansy-minded fellas say, "Mmm, mmm, that feels nice," even when it don't feel nice. My point is, people ain't honest. It drives this girl gawdiddly damn crazy.
So that's why I'm here. To say it all. You ask for it, you is going to get it. No turning back now, because you are Unzipped with Tracy Scrunts.
Click a dick next week to read about my favorite outlaw, Waylon Jennings.