re: #239 Aucun pays pour les vieux ennemis

I’ll trade you a stampeding dog for a whole fucking family of in-laws who cannot shut up or turn off the THREE fucking TVs in the little tiny ass “vacation” house in the Outer Banks I’m at right now. Why are we here? I’m the only one in good enough health to walk more than 20 ft without getting out of breath or complaining that it’s too hard to go anywhere. If I don’t end up in prison, call the Vatican, because that shit will be a miracle.