After a long, satisfying whiff of my dealer’s weed sack, he said, “Make a fatty, Bob!”
So I pushed his wife in the swimming pool. We laughed for a minute and then he shot me.
After a long, satisfying whiff of my dealer’s weed sack, he said, “Make a fatty, Bob!”
So I pushed his wife in the swimming pool. We laughed for a minute and then he shot me.