Chronicles of the jealous stupor!
Fuuck you, Jonesy. Tell your mom I drained the bank account she set up for me. Top it up so I can get some fjuckin’ KFC.
Shoresy #69
My brother and I lost our father at a very young age. We would visit our Aunt and Uncle in the country few times a year. I was 14 years old that summer. I then realized why. One afternoon I found my mom and uncle in the barn. They were in the hay loft. Mom was giving out those adult moaning sounds.
