I sold my GS to a guy yesterday that said now he has to figure out how to tell his wife. I'll give him credit...he's looking for forgiveness instead of permission.
True. You are sick of my shit and the only rulesI have for you is to take care of your family, hide the dead hookers in the Louisville Swamp, and take out the trash.
We tried. But he’s also the kinda dude that never thinks he’s turned a wheel wrong. Anyone questioning him jut isn’t at his level.
No problem!!!! I'll have to figure out where one of those stores is, and buy one for her and mail it to you guys. The thought of you taking it up the poop scoop, has me laughing.
Back in 96 there were so many in that area, industrial buildings no signage. These were not the cute college girl strip bars. These chicks were missing stuff, important stuff like teeth, eyes, limbs, any tiny bit of self esteem or hygiene. Scars and tattoos were like a road map of poor choices.
Yes, yes you do. Back to OP: As for the strip clubs and all that retarded shit, no interest in any of that shit. Hookers and blow? Vegas and strippers? Meth and truck stop lizards? Less than no interest. Well, up until I'm told I CAN'T do it. Your buddy is f@cked and even more f@cked when she get knocked up by the pool boy and she makes claims that'll destroy him for life and gets her ALL his current and future money.