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Get your fawking ass in here…

No secret that I and my new lady love Dobermans. We them every opportunity we can. We love them so very much as they make our lives so much better as we do for them. Incredible people. Our latest addition who is a foster, Leah. She’s a five year old blue Doberman that was about to be put down. Not on my fawking watch. Beautiful is not a word to describe her. Difficult t but learning quickly. She is the definition of Velcro. She is magnificent as is lady(fawn) and Moose (traditional) Fawking nobody is breaking in my house.

As a prior PI here as a licensed professional, mostly for shiiots and giggles, and to make a few bucks and the experiences, I had a nick name, Johnny Swank PI. I didn’t have a Ferrari or a helicopter, but I had some theme music.

https://youtu.be/8uJouw9uh84?si=Fb_zK3Afim1-e-J5

I got talked into this once. That fawking shiot hurts!

I thought of this… He was a father here…

Please, please, please fawking please! PLEASE!!!

Damn.,,guess the Smoke Monster won.

If you eat a praline and your queen loses her spleen, it’s a gunture

…jump in a hole and yer bawls hit a pole, it’s a rupture

If your bagina gets kicked in the middle and you can’t play the fiddle, it’s a gunture

This what you find at Jazz Fest and the bars at night… Pure fawking brilliance

Fawking love it…

Great pick by the Saints. Reminds me of Willie Roaf.

Katrina killed them, like many many others… you should see Lakeview now. Incredible what they have done rebuilding. I used to hang out at Parlays after golfing in City,Park. And Lakeview Harbor across the street on Harrison Ave. I’m sure we crossed paths one time.

I’ve shiot in Paris and Ive shiot all over France. Before I visit San Fran, I’d shiot in my pants

That’s right. What neighborhoods did you live in and what bars and restaurants did you like to go to?

Anglo Saxon literature is next

If you lose a roll of peenies and your bawls hit the role it’s a rupture.

Rewind is wishing you could have crabs you got from a phat chick outside a bar named Zeppelins in Fat City.