Disappointing Dusty

I wonder if Dusty reads this. I forget. In any case, I'm shocked that you (not you, lone reader, I meant Dusty) would insinuate that I'd call my beloved brother a jackass. I have too much Christian love, respect, not to mention too great a familial tie to call him such a name. Growing up, I worshipped the ground the man walked on and its fifty yard radius. I'd never, ever, refer to him as jackass, or even an ass.




It's assface.