The FBI was intended to be temporary. And here they are, decades past, puffed up on pride and false authority, clinging desperately to said power. I am three steps away from the idea that if an FBI agent comes to me, I run them over with my car.
Exactly. I have three dogs. Not "furbabies", not "family members." I have dogs. I used to have four, but one got old and died. Buried that girl in my backyard. And I know that I will bury the rest in my backyard. Because they are dogs. I name the after food. If they want a real name, they can get a real job. But I won't, because they can't, because they are dogs.
Blame it on the ladies, thinking they can just hold out for some giga-chad. Barely passable slampigs thinking they can land some chiseled piece of perfection. Blame the dating apps, blame body positivity.
No.
FAT.
Chicks.
And all the chicks are fat these days.
You left plenty of times? That also means you went back. Multiple times.
Enjoy whatever time you have left in that shithole. Five gets you ten they decriminalize murder like Illinois. That mean you get to be shot in the neck by some tweeker and you die face down in a pile of human shit. A lovely place to live, California.
"Oh, you from Chicago! WOW! This is Florida, son. I seen worse than you in the last half hour."