The Friday... Billy Ray?
Dear Billy Ray,
You've got the mullet. You've got the Rock. You've got the chest hair. And you've got the white trash women.
But your music is best in smokey bars and truck stops. You would not write ballads for me- ballads that I could sing to my hot wife as she's drifting off to sleep. You would only break our achey hearts.
Jables
You've got the mullet. You've got the Rock. You've got the chest hair. And you've got the white trash women.
But your music is best in smokey bars and truck stops. You would not write ballads for me- ballads that I could sing to my hot wife as she's drifting off to sleep. You would only break our achey hearts.
Jables
posted by Anonymous at 8:44:00 PM
3 Comments:
so true story... as a server a j. alex's back in nashvegas... i worked with billy ray's daughter. she was in high school and was a hostess, but a rather nice girl. luckily she didn't look too much like her dad who was in all the time. i have, on numerous occasions, waited on the billy ray.
he seems like one of those timeless people who will never get married, never have kids, never get a hair cut, never be anything other than what he was in 1991. somehow i just can't see him as having a "daughter" that you could have "worked" with.
it's fine that you know... just don't tell your achey breaky heart. i am ashamed of that joke...
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