All’s I can say is that if a light-in-the-loafers cowboy wins over a real cowboy…well, I’m gonna be ticked enough to get time in Folsum.
And if Issac Mizzrahi, that Boy-Named-Sue ever reached out and grabbed MY boob he would Cry, Cry, Cry and find himself in a Burnin’ Ring of Fire and there would be no Peace in the Valley.

I Won’t Back Down and I will find myself Five Feet High and Risin if Paul what’s-his-butt wins for his supporting role in Cinderella Man. I’ll be writing you all a Tear Stained Letter on Monday if he looses.

In reality, none of this pop culture crap matters when you have Your Own Personal Jesus.