So much for that notion. Once I decide to move on, the white trash decides to do a drive-by and throw their shit in the yard again.
The only thing stopping me from punching you in the head is that you aren’t worth jail time. Hell, Kenny, you aren’t worth the price of a fucking bullet, especially at today’s prices. Now, are we DONE? Or are you going to have to have the last word like that whiny little bitch that pulls your leash?
Hey, I found a new tattoo idea for you: