

Call that bitch in.
Call that bitch in.
Hey me too! Lmao.
That’s just fucking gross. I wouldn’t be allowing his nasty ass anywhere near you or your kid.
Mark’s dad is a fucking scumbag.
I’m pretty sure if I even voiced a smidgen of what this said, my wife would literally make me disappear. What a douche-canoe.
Is this in reference to Juneteenth?
We live in an area where we have huge groups of turkeys come through our yard. Our dog spotted them and barked, sending 30 of them into the trees around us, which was something I’ll never forget, lol.
Also, the babies are super cute to see running around.
Sort of lol. The story stems from his writing a letter to a cousin, I think, where it was mostly in jest about how the Bald Eagle is a thief, and a turkey would fight anything (because they are fucking stupid. I’ve seen Tom’s peck and kick at their own reflection in a Ford Explorer door).
Benny Franklin wanted the Turkey to be our national bird. He felt it was a noble breed. Stupid, but noble.
But if you are, they want to watch it during their lunch break at Topgolf Rodgers over wings, beers, and using the driving range.
Best we can do is “Thoughts and Prayers” because the American people decided this on November 5th.
I’m positive his “brain” consists of two knife welding rabies infected rats in Nazi uniforms fighting over rancid cheese.
The chat room with a /hell sounds nice.