The real King is dead.
I haven't felt this upset since the day Ken skipped the buffet to cruise the town in his Intrepid listening to Alan Jackson talking about what kind of rainbow windbreaker he'd buy if he had money.
In memory of Billy Mays, an Alan Jackson style tribute prayer:
Well if I ha' money
I'll tell yuh' what 'uh dew
Drove downtown got a Mighty Putty or two
Crazy 'bout a Mighty Putty
YAH I'M CRAZY 'BOUT A MIGHTY PUTTY
I'm gonna buy me a Mighty Putty and cruise it up and dayown the road.
Amen.
Love, Mel ¶ 3:57 PM
