I can smell the marlboro lights in the photo.
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There is no fucking way the local Moose Lodge is paying Joe more than a pittance, at best. I assume he gets four or five beers, something to eat, and that's it. He's playing picnics where a few dozen local alcoholics tolerate his classic rock chestnuts because they're too drunk to give a shit. They're not "gigs". He isn't even part of a reasonably popular local cover band, he's a fat retard playing along with his iPad. He doesn't teach, he doesn't do session work, no one wants to jam with him, he has no local reputation at all. At 62 he's barely above standing in front of a mirror with a tennis racket."Go to work" and "Moose Lodge" do not ever belong in the same statement. Not under any circumstances. And this worthless sack of U2 riffs is too dumb to know it because he was raised by a Cumia.
Maybe if you're 16, I guess, but imagine running to social media to proclaim this as a successful lifestyle at age 60+. Now imagine the rubes that actually buy into Joe's bullshit. Sad.
I hope she meets the same fate as the geriatric bitch in Ozark.
@Gay Faggot. Care to respond?Can Joe ever NOT take a fucking selfie to broadcast some mundane bullshit? I'm amazed he and Fatrick didn't become besties.
Too white to be Joe's mom. Maybe Joe Sr's teenage mistress.If I didn't know she was a squirter and you told me she was actually Joe's mom who had him at a very young age, like 13-15, I would 100% believe that.