So I accidentally butt-dialed PO Nana, which I came to realize upon her prompt reply; “Hi, did you call?” This simple and unintentional exchange led to a wide range of dramatic and orgasmic results.
COMING ATTRACTIONS: Featured in a future post we will critique the 1969 movie titled “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They”, starring a wheezy Red Buttons and a comely, fuck-me now Jane Fonda, presented as personal prequel to
Why I Fired My ATF (for real) today.
Via con Dios mi amor.
与上帝同行,我的爱人
With every end there is a new beginning. Following a quick moment of silence, dedicated to incessant alcohol wipes,
rigid forearm guardrails, no kiss and
Sorry, gravity-is-calling peach butt;
I gripped, ripped, and expelled the sweet sativa smoke, along with my last
wasted words written on her behalf.
Now having entered the fun stage of grieving, I punched up Chappel Roan’s “Good Luck, Babe!” and simultaneously bid one adieu and one bonjour.
I recommend Vivian as per the Juicy Bits. She will be here for more than a matinee. Go forth my son, bang a Milf, bang a gong, and me’ boyos, give it your all and everyday, live like you’re dying.
Love Stinks, another great song 🎶🎵