The Mediocre Side of Hootie
Someone needs to bring back the after school special. Maybe do one about how not to do our taxes or eat out of the garbage. Those are always touchy subjects for single parents in upscale communities. I never really knew the travesties of rich folk until I started renting a timeshare with Hootie. He had an addiction to Berrylicious flavored juice boxes. He also liked serenading women with his “tender crisp bacon cheddar ranch” song. Which always made me hungry for a Filet-O-Fish. But I don’t know if it was the song or because it’s hand crafted by fish-sandwich artisans. Either way it’s horrible. Unless it’s Good Friday. Then it’s pretty much the only thing you can eat.
