Larry Temple, owner of the Adam's Apple bar on 22nd Street in Decatur Illinois, died and I went to mow his yard, because I said I would and that was the day I was going to. Secretly, I didn't trust the news that he died. Moon came over to my house, Larry's nephew, but he brought along Fred Born. Something about Fred made me doubt Moon. But Larry's dead. So I go over to the trailer at Wilderhaven Trailer Park and I see a woman standing on the porch with black garbage bags filling it up with his belongings. I mowed the yard. she didn't know who I was and I vaguely knew who she was. It was Larry's son, Arron - his mother. I teared up. she looked at me like I was retarded but I still mowed his yard. It was strange that no matter how long someone knew Larry, they still were amazed that we were so close. It was no different than a friend of mine, Tom, who came into the Adam's Apple one day when I was selling cocaine and other people thought he was a "trick." My response was simple "We talked about architecture and most people wouldn't do that." That's how Tom and I became friends. I instantly trusted him and I hope he should trust me. He did not buy cocaine from me in case you were wondering.
People that used to talk to me, some on a weekly basis, suddenly have nothing to say to me. Fuck them
Raebecca's good friends with a lot of scoundrels and non-scoundrels. But mostly scoundrels. Drug dealers, woman beaters, rapists, sex offenders, drug addicts, drug users, junkies, alcoholics and the list goes on. If you met her, the odds of her not sucking your dick for the 'cause is so slim, that - I don't know. But it's an easy bet if you said she did. Maybe 1/225 odds that she didn't. You get what I'm saying.
I don't know how to break it to you women that date, have dated, are married or were married to a man that knows her - because it happened.
Sorry. But...
For you men out there that date, have dated, are married, or were married to a woman that knows her - same news for you too, guy.
Sorry.
Have you ever known anyone that knew her and suddenly you ended up with bed bugs?
Sorry. Same deal.
Look. I get it. You need pussy, you join a club. Chess Club, Swimming Team, Knitting Club, Swingers Club, Store Coupon Club, Blockbuster - whatever you need for your need at the moment. Someone goes to the counter wanting to rent a video - you let them use your card. No big deal. Sometimes you get something out of it - a free coupon, free video rental from a defunct business - if you're in a bike club - bang someone else's chick.
We all understand. Sometimes you help a brother out - he's afraid of a fella' and you need that fella's dad to pay for your ole' lady to pay you to pay for your kids and...
Ugh. Frank Irvin. That's who I'm talking about. So he lends his ole' lady's gross pussy to his "bicycle companion," which in this case, is Russel Garver Jr. And the pussy I mentioned before is Frank Irvin... damn. The vagina I'm talking about is my sister's, Malia Marie Godsey. She'd smother your kid for a Dale Earndhart Junior used cocktail napkin. Really.
LOL
"connivance: Willingness to secretly allow or be involved in an immoral or illegal act"
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