Good call Lettuce
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Let's just thank my *******.
See, I grew up looking over the banks of the muddy Mississippi. My ancestry runs deep through Cajun country but luckily it was on the right side of the river, literally..*sirens* Couple weeks ago I took my dog, dads boat and headed up river for a couple nights. No power, no pooper, Indian style.. Ran about 20 miles north and found me a nice sandbar. Ran a couple trot lines, built a fire, yeah it was hot as hell, ima 17ing river rat. Sautéed me up some catfish, drank some charter and wound up with the mud butt.
I grew up listening to TiGa FooTball right through the **** years...Goddamed purple and gold drilled into my head.. My grandmother would double click her mouse over pistol Pete. I remember my aunt flipping off her daughter and yelling "EAT ****" because she refused to stand up at a football game...my cousin was 8. I'm here to tell you, these people are crazy. First hand, I've lived it.
i woke up and fished all day. Thinking bout all those times..all of those trips to the restrooms "TIGA BAIT" ..my 17ing 66 year old uncle was talking **** on Facebook ALL WEEK..I can't escape it.
That afternoon as I sat beside the campfire, a cool northern wind, almost took my ol state cap off, my stomach began to cramp, no time to spare...I knew I had to ****.I could see the tip of grand gulf nuclear power station on my left...a red sky sunset on my right...i released all anxieties. A combination of drunking over seasoning, the yellow catfish and the vomiting propelled me to sacrifice my ******* to the river gods that night. I swear, you ain't lived unless you have wiped ceyanne pepper out your ******* with river water.
Last Saturday night as I peered down from high above 641...I could see that river flowing in the background. It was already smelling like **** but I was in tiger stadium, of course it smells like ****. It seemed that ol river had a red tint to it. Coincidence maybe , idk but I reckon my nuclear **** could still be hanging around. As the sun set in the western sky and the aroma set in, I suddenly realized, I had reversed the curse.
See, I grew up looking over the banks of the muddy Mississippi. My ancestry runs deep through Cajun country but luckily it was on the right side of the river, literally..*sirens* Couple weeks ago I took my dog, dads boat and headed up river for a couple nights. No power, no pooper, Indian style.. Ran about 20 miles north and found me a nice sandbar. Ran a couple trot lines, built a fire, yeah it was hot as hell, ima 17ing river rat. Sautéed me up some catfish, drank some charter and wound up with the mud butt.
I grew up listening to TiGa FooTball right through the **** years...Goddamed purple and gold drilled into my head.. My grandmother would double click her mouse over pistol Pete. I remember my aunt flipping off her daughter and yelling "EAT ****" because she refused to stand up at a football game...my cousin was 8. I'm here to tell you, these people are crazy. First hand, I've lived it.
i woke up and fished all day. Thinking bout all those times..all of those trips to the restrooms "TIGA BAIT" ..my 17ing 66 year old uncle was talking **** on Facebook ALL WEEK..I can't escape it.
That afternoon as I sat beside the campfire, a cool northern wind, almost took my ol state cap off, my stomach began to cramp, no time to spare...I knew I had to ****.I could see the tip of grand gulf nuclear power station on my left...a red sky sunset on my right...i released all anxieties. A combination of drunking over seasoning, the yellow catfish and the vomiting propelled me to sacrifice my ******* to the river gods that night. I swear, you ain't lived unless you have wiped ceyanne pepper out your ******* with river water.
Last Saturday night as I peered down from high above 641...I could see that river flowing in the background. It was already smelling like **** but I was in tiger stadium, of course it smells like ****. It seemed that ol river had a red tint to it. Coincidence maybe , idk but I reckon my nuclear **** could still be hanging around. As the sun set in the western sky and the aroma set in, I suddenly realized, I had reversed the curse.
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