What’s funny is I used work with a couple of buddies that bought a wagon and carpooled. Used to race every time we met on the way to work. One time after work they pitted another coworker in an old Impala off the road going to the freeway on the way home. Those were fun times.
J.D. Mascara wearing, dual spirit abusing hypocrite, whatever TF his name is today, is that greasy ass Vaseline faced feltcher, Peter Theil’s personal pegger Fuck Toy Boy.
U know your bidness. Seen them used on city redevelopment lots that aren’t that overgrown with hardcore brambles. Buddy had one eat the wiring on his smoker. Told him it’s next. Took my Nona to a farm to get one. She told the woman “Thata goat is gona make a good dinner.” “What? U can’t eat my goat”
Another discipline of Fukin state licensed hacks, like the ABA that think they’re high enough on the pyramid to escape this Fukin Shit. Transactional income Mother Fuckers that have never broke a sweat or worked a productive day in support of the commons Fuko’s claim to support. Insurance Cunts too
I prefer Indigenous American history. In particular the story told by a Grandson of the Chief of the Battle of the Greasy Grass about how Custer and his lieutenants actually died… and the reason behind it… 🤷♂️
