Becky was my stockbroker with Schwab. You probably don't know about her. She came after Pam, D lived in Indian Village in your neighborhood. Not quite Waynedale. Less than a mile from Curley's Inn or whatever it's called.
No, I'm not OK. What the fuck do you want from me? I'm throwing money away like Hunter Biden does on hookers with funeral flowers and helping people out. My sister in Chicago can't balance anymore and wrecked her car, probably clot-shots.
That was you posting the shit about Fauxi today, no? Do I have to go to Spudz to whine with your biker trash?
I'm too fucking old, too banged up, too fat and can't get close enough to the people that need killin'.
WTF do you expect of me? I'm doing the best I can for a 13 y/o girl that Bidet and Fauxi took her life away. Fuck you, strap a nuke on your ass and clank your way into DC.
WTF, Stumpy? If I wasn't so shitfaced, I'd come beat your ass (knowing your appendages are on the floor).