...for giving me Bourbon Street in my home town!!!
Thank you, Governor Perry, for the Katrina trash lingering on every corner of 6th.
Thank you for the paint can sniffers, the drug dealers, and the wacked out, looking for a hand out or a fight, depending on what cleaning product they sniffed.
Thank you for putting the homeless shelter right across the street from the liquor store.
Thank you for killing the music scene and replacing it with urban sprawl and crime.
Thank you for allowing me to feel safer in New York City than my own home town.
Thank you for nothing!!!!
Blondes are out of thank you cards!!!