Where all ishees and commerces go to slave away their weekend. Sometimes they finagle a way to get their friends to come along, but mostly it's just them.
Man, I drove over by the ishee slave field this weekend, and there was commerce, sweating like a pig, picking cotton, and his mom was on the porch drinking lemonade in a white suit, and every time he'd slow down, she'd crack his ass with a whip.
by ocertain November 30, 2004