Let's just agree that this entire call was like a mushroom trip that we didn't expect but enjoyed thoroughlyThis and the cat chiming in to meow in agreement.
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Let's just agree that this entire call was like a mushroom trip that we didn't expect but enjoyed thoroughlyThis and the cat chiming in to meow in agreement.
Lmao my ribs cracked when the cat chimed inJesus Christ, TYFYS. The funniest part is, the cow isn’t even wrong about half the shit he’s saying. He’s just too retarded. I also liked lawyer joe. “When did I claim to be a combat veteran”, nice semantics, stupid.
Is that Pig atalking him from a distance?View attachment 74167
“Honey, that retarded guy is playing in his back yard again!”
His booze-addled little brother and longtime meal ticket just (allegedly) mindlessly bought a house he doesn't even want, continues to pay rent, and wanders around the country with his drunken parasitic cronies, while Joe pawns his shitty guitars to keep the power turned on. He must be absolutely seething.He sounds defeated. I don’t think he cares right now about the DD14 stuff because he’s preoccupied with the loss of funding from Nana.
That’s what is eating him up right now, he’s 63 and has no retirement or meaningful income. Instead of peeling potatoes; these days he’s peeling his prized guitars off the wall one by one to sell.
He was throwing away money on trivialities like 45 mins more karaoke from the DJ, not to mention comping all the whores' drinks...seeing shit like that must give Joe ulcers.His booze-addled little brother and longtime meal ticket just (allegedly) mindlessly bought a house he doesn't even want, continues to pay rent, and wanders around the country with his drunken parasitic cronies, while Joe pawns his shitty guitars to keep the power turned on. He must be absolutely seething.
Joe is undoubtedly the kind of dolt who leaves long, droning voice mail messages too.He was throwing away money on trivialities like 45 mins more karaoke from the DJ, not to mention comping all the whores' drinks...seeing shit like that must give Joe ulcers.
You know I didn’t do 4 months of military training for my health, I was out there in the shit for your freedom to make dick jokes.Joe is undoubtedly the kind of dolt who leaves long, droning voice mail messages too.
"Hey, umm, it's uhh, me again. Umm, just wanted to, um, check in. Uh, how was the Compound thing? Is the, um, new house almost, uh, finished? I, uh, haven't heard from you in a while and, um, uh, I was just, uh, wondering if, uh, you forgot about our, umm, arrangement. I mean, umm, I don't wanna keep bringing it up, but, uh, like, ummm, I WAS the one who sent Opie that tape and, uh, I produced it and, uh, well, uh, OK. Call me back when you, uh, get this, ummm, OK?"
Please remember to ask about all of this the next time you guys have a chatHis booze-addled little brother and longtime meal ticket just (allegedly) mindlessly bought a house he doesn't even want, continues to pay rent, and wanders around the country with his drunken parasitic cronies, while Joe pawns his shitty guitars to keep the power turned on. He must be absolutely seething.
Not to mention the Lowe’s discount.Shut up Joe you fucking fraud. You werent even officially a full term soldier.
HE stole 40 years of free IHOP breakfast every veterans day.
how the fuck did you get him to pick up?
He's lonely, did you see the photo of his from the TGIF?What are you talking about he always picks up. Then he called me back.