I tell them I got my start hauling sod out of south Florida.
Never went to school or anything.
I had planned on trying
Hauling seasonal fruit
But my deal at home changed.
Because it sweet.
But no to sweet.
SUDDENLY I WASN’T GETTING ANY LOADS
17 jaw dropping signs you’re about to puke in your poke bowl.
SHE SPEAKS PERFECT ENGLISH
But she says to me
I am so amazed of this.
This needs settle.
It break my heart.
Needs to be fixed some things.
It give me headache.
Somebody ain’t sangin’.
RAYING DOWN THE RAW
Your hair’s falling out, your dick only works with other women,
And your Twitter game isn’t that good either.
You arl a rooser.
I was like I fucking told you don’t throw that fucking shit at me.
I had just drunken like two cartons of fucking milk.
Darla asked me to have sex with her pregnant girlfriend
Because nobody else would.
That’s all it was, a favor.
She threw it.
Not even regular spit, a fucking loogie.
She had that fucking look on her face,
Like did that just fucking happen?
GOAL POST MOVING
EMAIL FROM WALMART
Take care of yourself—you deserve it.
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IF THINGS SLOW DOWN ANYMORE
I’ll just get a flatbed
And go back to hauling lumber and oil field pipe.
I still have all of my flatbed gear.
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