In what world is it cool to have kids dancing around a basement loaded with exotic untamed animals and especially ones known for their venom and striking ability? In what world is that fine? Like we know when we buy a gun we’ll get scrutinized by media telling us we need at least a gun safe that’s thick enough to survive lava and has locking features that require things like retinal scanners and voice pattern recognition to the point where you can’t even get your gun out for whatever situation. Mean while this fuck has pythons and pit vipers slithering around his living room letting people play around with it like it’s a teenage puppy. Trying to kiss it in the mouth like letting a puppy lick you face except this guy probably has no more lips now. We’ve all seen photos every now and then what happens when you get bit by one of these fuckers. All your nerves just dying at rapid pace. RIP to this guy’s face but that’s also what you get for trying to kiss a Rattle Snake. An Animal that has absolutely ZERO pro stories to it’s name ever through out history. Zero. You get what you deserve.
What a devious move this is huh? I never want to knock the spirit of the American hustle but I also think it’s sheisty as fuck to trick guys into thinking they’re going to become a father/about to have a million more responsibilities in life. Like yea girl if you want to use your body to make money in what ever way shape or form go for it. Sell blood, harvest an organ in Mexico, sell eggs if that’s a thing. But none of those things are potentially and probably going to be used to swindle a boyfriend into thinking he’s about to lose his entire life of freedom because of one mistake. And yea sure just as a prank that could be fine but theres a ton of chance its going to be used to trick dudes into thinking they’re going to become a father. This is not some Spencer gifts type joke pregnancy test that you could buy at the mall that looks comically fake and pops out confetti. Its like a real life pregnancy test with pregnancy piss all over the thing and a giant “+” on it. Besides it’s not like shes raking in hundreds of thousands. Its like 25 bucks. Morally that can’t be kosher right? To potentially black mail people at the low low cost of 25 bucks? Just not worth it.
Typical fast food worker going about the daily grind just trying to make a paycheck and live so he can make a paycheck next week and live. Probably had a little hiccup, life got in the way, sometimes people fuck up. Who knows his reason. To err is to be human after all. Now I don’t know about Russell’s work ethic here. Maybe he fucked up too many times for his boss to forgive. What I do know is out of any burger chain, if you decide to throw an angry fit at your boss by ransacking the place and threaten your manager, Krystal Burger might be the worst option. I love little White Castle/ Krystal Burger’s sliders but that’s not gonna do any sort of damage with those thin little tiny frozen patties. You’re just not getting the appropriate fulfillment considering you’re gonna lose your job and go to jail anyways. If you worked at a McDonalds, you can just go ham on the ice cream machine. Wendy’s, take those fresh never frozen patties out of the freezer and chuck those meaty patties around. Bk? Throw those massive sesame seed buns in one hand, the massive patties in another. You throw a fit with little Krystal sliders you’re just gonna make a tiny mess. Probably clean it up in 15 minutes. If you want to tell your boss off, you’re gonna need a place that offers more.
There are like 4 demands that i assume a person in a mobile home would make. One is to smoke one last cigarette, one is to finish his beer, the 3rd is to let him get high first ( i saw this a lot in Intervention and Dog The Bounty Hunter), but the best is demanding sex before being hauled off like a piece of meat and locked up in jail. Sounds like such an outrageous demand but deep down inside you know its not. Everyone want’s it. If asked a prisoner about to face the death penalty, He probably wouldn’t want his last meal if he could stick it inside a chick one last time. And some how when I think about Police demands my mind goes back to one of the all time classics, Point break.
Point Break 2: Florida Trailer Park Edition
Lose something, bro? Special Agent Utah. l knew l could count on you. l've been to every Trailer Park in Jacksonville Came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Duval, turned out to be Rosie. Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better. Found a passport of yours in Sumatra, missed you by about a week in Ocala. But l knew you wouldn't miss a 30-year trailer park pussy, Bodhi. Yeah. Too bad. You finally get your waves and it's totally closed out. Just waiting for my set. You gotta go down. You crossed the line and people trusted you and they died. Yeah, it went bad, went real bad. Life sure has a sick sense of humour, doesn't it? - Still surfing? - Every day. Come on, Bodhi. lt's time to go. You know you gotta go back with me. (laughs) Sorry, my friend. Come on! (Fight Ensues) SHlT! NO! NO!! l told them... ..you'd go quietly. (helicopter) NO! You know there's no way l can handle a cage, man. l don't care. You gotta go down. lt's gotta be that way. OK, man. OK. l'm screwed. l'm gonna go to jail and l'll pay, and Johnny Utah gets his guy. Right? Good for you. That's real good. You're gonna be a big hero now. But look at it, Johnny. Look at it! (points at 30 year old mobile home chick who has definitely been around) This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, man. Just let me go out there, let me get one fuck before you take me. One nut. Where am l gonna go, man? Mobile homes on both side. l'm not gonna paddle to New Zealand! My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny. Come on, compadre. Come on. COME ON! Via con Dios!