I really hope you meant to type Joe there.
I’d love to know his definition of “early.”
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Weird that a high school girl is posting this
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I’d love to know his definition of “early.”
He’s just a poor elderly Chrysler faggot.
“So so so so, you’re saying that people DONT care about what the brother of an ex shock jock has to say???”
Well I don't think any bank opens before 9 so I'm guessing anything before 11 is early to the cow.
He can probably walk to the local bank
Two cars, no job to drive them to and months behind on the bills.
He wouldn't take any vaxxx! He's not a sheep, but a cow.
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Why is a 70 year old man who does no physical work or exercise eating cooked breakfasts?
Joe is one of those fat pussies who thinks he'll keel over and die if he's hungry for more than two minutes. No self-discipline whatsoever. His big fat gut gurgles a little and he races to the kitchen to shovel more crap into his gaping maw.
He's all in with the keto so I guess that requires cooking a bunch of shit like beans and plantains and calling it breakfast
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A guy his age with his lifestyle should eat something like the following- breakfast- cappuccino, lunch - salad with lettuce leaves, red cabbage, tomatoes etc homemade vinaigrette, a bit of fish, afternoon snack- banana, dinner- steak, spinach and grilled mushrooms. If he did that for 6 months he could probably stop taking most of the fistful of pills he has to pop every morning.
Dummy did everything but try and start it again after ten minutes, which is damn near the bare minimum you should do before beating the starter and shaking the shit.
He's writing it all out because this is the most he's going to do all week long. Even sitting on a stool and strumming isn't as exciting as this.
He's writing it all out because this is the most he's going to do all week long. Even sitting on a stool and strumming isn't as exciting as this.
“Welcome to my Monday morning” Joe said to himself as he hit post, and leaned back with his hands folded behind his head.
“Fucking ruin my morning, fucking Biden is behind this, him and his nigger conspirators.” He moo’ed with anger. Just then he heard the door open, and slam shut, followed by the footsteps of his daughter.
“Dad! Please, for the love of god, PLEASE STOP USING MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT!
I’m starting to loose friends at school, and people are calling me a transphobe!” She said with tears running down her face.
Joe mouth opened a little, and looked at her with a look a cow gives when it’s confused for a good few minutes, his daughter saying “well?!” every few seconds.
He then shook his head and proudly said, “Oh honey, you don’t need friends like that when you have a rockstar father like me!” He said with a smile, his thumb pointing to himself proudly.
His daughter huffed with anger.
“Dad! please! Stop! You’re making me look like a racist homophobic monster! It’s hard to make friends with these people!”
Joe rubbed his chin as he listened, then said, “That reminds me, some fucking nigger cut me off earlier! I need to let my fans know!”
Having that feeling of being disappointed at family that she knew all too well, Layla stormed off to her room, passing by her parents room, with her mother passed out with a gin bottle firmly grasped in her hand. Layla stopped and looked at her.
“Mom!” She said, “Please tell dad to get off my facebook! Please!”
Her mother snorted, then farted.
“Mmmm….huh…..Let mommy sleep this off honey….Tell momma later….” She trailed off as she let out another greasy sounding fart.
The smell drove Layla off to her room.
“Fucking ruin my morning, fucking Biden is behind this, him and his nigger conspirators.” He moo’ed with anger. Just then he heard the door open, and slam shut, followed by the footsteps of his daughter.
“Dad! Please, for the love of god, PLEASE STOP USING MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT!
I’m starting to loose friends at school, and people are calling me a transphobe!” She said with tears running down her face.
Joe mouth opened a little, and looked at her with a look a cow gives when it’s confused for a good few minutes, his daughter saying “well?!” every few seconds.
He then shook his head and proudly said, “Oh honey, you don’t need friends like that when you have a rockstar father like me!” He said with a smile, his thumb pointing to himself proudly.
His daughter huffed with anger.
“Dad! please! Stop! You’re making me look like a racist homophobic monster! It’s hard to make friends with these people!”
Joe rubbed his chin as he listened, then said, “That reminds me, some fucking nigger cut me off earlier! I need to let my fans know!”
Having that feeling of being disappointed at family that she knew all too well, Layla stormed off to her room, passing by her parents room, with her mother passed out with a gin bottle firmly grasped in her hand. Layla stopped and looked at her.
“Mom!” She said, “Please tell dad to get off my facebook! Please!”
Her mother snorted, then farted.
“Mmmm….huh…..Let mommy sleep this off honey….Tell momma later….” She trailed off as she let out another greasy sounding fart.
The smell drove Layla off to her room.