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The squirting scene within the first minutes had me hooked like the first minutes of Goodfellas.

Loved the first one and didn't really like the second. Liked him in The Rivers Edge. What a Fawked movie that was.

Pure rock roll energy. Great band. Saw them for the GIrls Girls Girls tour. They had two hot girls on each side of stage looking hot and signing backup. There were so many panties being thrown on the stage that the back up singers were flinging them in the crowd. I was very close to the front and caught a pair. I smelled them. Anyway, they had a message on them, "Call me Vince-555-5309". So I called the next day and she answered. Me: Hey this Vince Neil. Got your panties. Want to go to Burger King?" : I'd love a whooper!!! Me: You must be blonde you dumb ass! And hung up. Brah.

Was trying to get it on Netflix last night but wifi was down. Can't wait to watch it. Saw them many times. First time was with Ozzy way back in HS. Mick had a bumper sticker on the back of his strat that said "I ♥️ Possaay" They did a mini documentary where someone followed them around in LA back then. I think it's on YouTube. Funny as hell, brah!!!

I was just a skinny lad, never knew no good from bad, I knew life before I left my nursery.

There's a picture of me holding a "No Dumping $500 Fine" sign and I'm taking a huge shiot holding the sign. I'll find it.

Went to Gilleys when I was a kid. Rode the bull. What a shiothole.

Go back and watch the episode of MASH where they had a doctor or dentist staying in the Swamp with them. Black guy. His name was Spearchucker on the show. I recently watched and was in awe. Not kidding at all.

Nice

Friend of mine had a mountain lion when I was in HS. Awesome animal. Would swim in the pool with us.

I came from a bj for the first time in twenty years. Yeah me!!!

You're fawking stoopid. Ignore me.

Dumb. If you like to experience life outside of driving your metal coffins every day to work, it's a great place to live. More culture than any city I've ever been. Mardi Gras is overrated. But the music, food, festivals, and people are what makes it special.

Mardi Gras isn't about Bourbon St and titties. That BS is for tourist. I'd show you what it's all about. I've got some new things to share since I'm single. A porker named after a Kinks song is my new love. I'll share tomorrow.

Homo!