Enjoyed the article.
Right up until the “echo of the whistle” comment. Fuch you Bianchi. Can’t help but be a POS; former Gator yet Seminole cawk gobbler.
This is quite possibly the dumbest mutha fuching thing I’ve ever read. You might not be the dumbest fucher in the world but, your mom surely hopes he doesn’t die.
Oh, and tell her I said to stop calling me. Four times was way more than enough.
That didn’t offer sobriety nor cleared up the multitude of topics. And I’m a little pissed I never had enough time to actually bite an apple. But I appreciate the effort to try to help
Hornsby (the scooter passenger of a friend’s dead girlfriend credit card stealer) to Patriciate(that fat bitch) to Delance (that turnstile MF)…
Damn it’s hard to catch up after a couple of days away from lurking
My head is spinning (that might be the beer talking)