ClePunk

Back in the spring of '64 I received a dispatch from Washington. That homo Lincoln was all antsy about Atlanta. He ordered it to be taken by September and wanted me to oversee the operation. Well I lit a big ass cigar, got a whore and a bottle of bourbon and figured I'd deal with the damn thing in the morning.

Somehow Billy Sherman got wind of Abe's missive and arrived in the morning rapping at my door. He wanted to "burn the shit" out of Atlanta, and said he could do it by July. I said, "Sherman, you cocksucker, you've got yourself a deal!"

He then left with the whore and my bourbon. Later, the whore returned wearing this ClePunk T-Shirt (Billy had given it to her in lieu of cash) but she wanted me to pay for old Tecumseh's piece of ass. I took the shirt and threw the slut out into the street. I wear it because it smells pretty.