Preppin' for Tex.
Got your cowboy hat yet? Oh. Okay, why the hell not? Just go downtown, walk into the cowboy supply store, and pull a ten-gallon hat off the rack. What's so hard about that? Oh... hey, man. Caught me, once again, in the midst of lecturing the help. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) refers to it derisively as "reprogramming", but you know better. All I asked him to do was to purchase his own cowboy gear - that's all. Is that so unreasonable? Am I expected to pay for everything around here? What the hell - I'm the "job creator", right? I'm the one using "air quotes" left and right. Haven't I done my part in this employer-robot assistant relationship? Huh? Okay, so why am I asking Marvin to dress up like Tex? So that he'll match the rest of us, of course, when we start shooting videos to support our upcoming album of Cousin Rick Perry songs. What the hell, we can't release an album of songs nominally by the governor of Texas ...