Jizzle Jim Brush (who wants to hear you c**) and Cream Gene (who services bums near the railway stations) DP’d me in the bathroom of a Rallys, raw. We split a Buford and then they split my cheeks. I need to find a couple good rechargers in Miami so I don’t need to drive my 1987 Camry Wagon to Orlando (FKA The Stabbin Wagon for when I used to offer a mobile backsnatch service).
I grabbed a Buford for the road and as I drove I thought about my life. Is this all life is about? Eating greasy burgers and getting assfucked by pozzed out weirdos?
Just then I said to my phone “ok Google take me to the Purple Cucumber” and I turned back towards Orlando.
