Call me Cleetus.

Tell me why when I cut my fringe this morning, I randomly cut
it really short. OH WHY GOD WHY?

I look like a bigot from the Deep South.
My tiny fringe shows off my sweaty, racist, pork fat enriched forehead.
I'm just sitting on my verandah, spitting chewing baccy at imaginary dogs.
And playing with myself through my dungerees.

Maybe I'm just over-thinking this whole fringe thing.