Nate Higgers flings a bunch of dirt off the tires of his four wheeler as he does some donuts around a port-o-john. A port-o-john he for sure saw Ghost Tank's Broken Bullshit enter a few moments earlier, on account of the c. diff he still definitely has.



"This bitch."



Nate rams the john with the four-wheeler, knocking it over onto its side. A bunch of brown fluids seep out onto the dirt as Autism Septic scrambles to get free. But ol' Nate has his lasso handy and gets that "champ" hogtied quicker'n a hiccup.



"Now squeal for me, boy."



Higgers drives the four wheeler on top of GT's chest and lights up a Marlboro Red.









































"Pussy."




















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