Gabby Windey

In her eyebrows, they're thick with some kind of a Rogaine and a tattoo, filled with hatred and conspiracy and a good amount of grift.

For one, political ideology moves to the rhythm of a Latino beat, understanding the superiority of good music.

This country bumpkin doesn't want to make me shake my ass.

But the other, the other halftime show, the other political ideology, the other prefers the simpletons.

The simpleton of country music.

And a man who by no reason at all picked the pseudonym Kid Rock.

Kid rock.

Child rock on.

Well, I don't like you.

And neither does Peacock or X or wherever the fuck it was supposed to air.

I'm getting confused at this point.

All the Google, there's no information.

They're taking it down and taking it down.

But you had to come up with some lame excuse about licensure and only show it on YouTube.

And thank God.

Thank God because I would have further found $20 DVDs of 16 seasons of Rahoney.

Then pay another $7.99 a month for Peacock.

And you know.

I love Peacock.

They have once been my employer.