In case you're wondering about the caption, I was in a hurry last week and inadvertenly labeled Miss Daisy's Roast Me as just Roast Me.
In my defense, I had a bunch of shit going on with the tree removal guys, family stuff, and apparently that asshole dog Jack's roadkill or whatever he's been snacking on went past its "Best by..." date because he was puking everywhere.
No matter, I still fucked up.
I heard about it first thing Friday morning from Wisco, then Big Country
HERE, and indirectly from Miss Daisy through BCE with this:
I can't catch a break here. I knew I was in deep shit as soon as I saw that finger pointing deal and the scowl on her face - it brought back childhood memories of both my mother and grandmother and I can almost feel the belt connecting with my backside.
Anyways, Miss Daisy, I offer my most heartfelt apologies and I do hope you'll accept them. I got my mind right, Boss. It won't happen again because I'm getting real tired of nervously looking over my shoulder when I'm in town.
Without further ado, Miss Daisy's Roast Me.
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