You know, sometimes I get Dickheadz guilt. Sometimes I wish there was a Pepto-Bismol colored drink to soothe the quease of my moral qualms. Church folk have it easy. All they do is confess their sins and everything's cool. So when selecting Dickheadz, I try to make sure I'm not overlooking any potentially redeeming qualities. Luckily for me (and you), Tucker rhymes very immediately with "fucker" and this I took as an irrefutable sign of fate, because Tucker the Fucker lived up to his name.
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