I Mess with Texas, Part 20
I haven't messed with Texas in a while, actually. Not that there's a dearth of stuff to mess with, but, eh. I haven't been motivated. Maybe I'm drugged by the ribs. Or maybe massive floods, dirty lakes, racist hotels, fraud trials, random shootings and evangelical freaks lack the sting of the unique because they're so common. I knew I was aiming for a fat, easy target when I took on Texas, but I didn't think the lazy bum would make it so easy.
Anyway, came across this today and immediately wanted to share:
Fake coinage, but still amusing. That'll teach 'em who not to mess with. Alaskans won't kick your butt, they'll eat you.