lottery is murdering me

god i fucking hate the lottery.

At first i was all for it, like the religious right was against it so i figured i better support it. All the people warning about gambling addiction, fuck um. I’m going to start a campaign to end the food addiction that strickens our nation.

I went into Exxon on Summer and just spent 15 minutes in line to buy a beer because the 3 people in front of me had these 5 minute lotto transactions.

When i left i counted 7 people behind me, all with the same pissed off look i have. All of us just standing there, most of the people with beer since it’s rush hour, some poor bastards just holding their handfull of cash to pay for gas.

I started thinking, like how the entire productivity of the city has probably been owned because of the fucked up lines.

I just don’t understand why we don’t have kiosks or little atm’s like other cities. I realize we’re not doing as well as other cities but come on. I’m sure the line would have moved a little faster but of course there’s 1 clerk. Fucking oil companies are making record profits and they can only afford 1 illiterate dumbass to take my money.

I’m just saying it’s like murder. Taking my life away, just a little bit at a time.
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karma maybe

I just went to the ghetto Kroger on Cleveland ave wearing a crackhore shirt. Got some intresting looks considering i was the only white person there. Or maybe it was the shirt.

Anyway, after the lady was finished checking me out, she asks if anyone has a Kroger plus card i could borrow to save myself $3-4 bucks. Everyone says no except this old black dude, who’s buying only a tall boy of beer. I thank him twice and we both walk out into the parking lot.

He walks across the parking lot and i load my car. About 30 yards from my car, there’s a huge jug of laundry detergent. I watch him pick it up, check the cap, to make sure it’s still sealed. He picks it up and continues walking.

So remember kids, help out a crackhore in need and the universe will reward you.
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ANAL BRUISING

HEY SLUTS AND OR COCK SUCKERS LOOK WHO CAME HOME ALL OVER YOUR AND YOUR MOMS CHUBBY FACE AND TITS. I HAVE BEEN ON A BIT OF A HIATUS. BUTT I AM BACK AND JUST ASS SICK SO IF THERE ARE ANY QUESTIONS, WHRITE YOUR BULLSHIT AND SEND IT TO ME. ANY WAY I HAVE BEEN JUST AS BUSY AS NEW ORLEANS KID TRING TO FIND HIS WATERLOGED DEAD PARENTS.

THANK GOD ITS EASY TO GET LAID THAN THAT BUT HERE ARE A FEW WAYS TO TREAT ANAL BLEEDING: DUCT TAPE COTTON BALLS AROUND THE BASE OF YOUR PENISW WILL STOP BLOOD FLOW EACH TIME YOU HIT IT OR STOMACHE DOWN ON RED SHAG CARPET. IF YOU DONT LIVE THERE AND THEN THERE IS OLD FAITHFUL WAIT TIL THERE STIFF AND BLEED OUT ANY WAY YOU DONT HAVE TO DEAL WITH STAINS IF YOU DONT WANT TOO OR YOU COULD SHOUT IT OUT DEPENDING ON HOW LOUD SHE IS SCREAMING. ANY WAY SEND IN ANY QUESTIONS AND OR SIZES OF YOUR COFFIN OR HAND CUFF SIZE AND WHAT POISON YOU PREFUR ON YOUR LAST DAY RAPE YOU LATER .

PS STAB HER TIL SHE LOVES YOU OR ME TOAD

andygeorge@crackhore.com
ANDY GEORGE

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ANDY GEORGE TALKS SEX, TAKE 2

HEY KIDS! ITS YOUR UNCLE ANDY AND YES I HAVE A BONER THE SIZE OF A BABYS ARM HOLDING AN APPLE. ME AND TOAD WERE SITTING AROUND DRINKING AND WATCHING SOME SCAT FILMS AND IT OCCURED TO ME, I DONT HAVE SEX OR TALK TO MANY MIGGETS OR ASIAN CHICKS MORE THAN THAT I HATE ROOFING FUCKING HOUSES IN GETTO NIGBORHOODS.

AFTER 6PM AND I EAT PIZZA, NOT TO MENTION THE COUNTLESS HOURS OF THOUGHTFUL MASTERBATION TO THE TELATUBIES AND MISTER ROGERS. I LOVE HIS SWEATER AND LITTLE SHOES WELL.

LET ME GET TO THE POINT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH *@#$@#$ IN MEMPHIS FOR ME AND I AM PISSED FURTHER MORE THERE ARE NO DEATH METAL CLUBS IN MEMPHIS. I LOVE GOTH CHICKS AND I NEED MORE SEND ME SOME PHOTOS AND NUMBERS AND HIPPIE CHICKS GOT TO GO HIGH MANTINENCE CHICKS.

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HERE IS TIP, USE SOME OF THAT MONEY YOU HAVE ON A GUN AND FUCKING KILL YOURSELVES, YOU ARE NOT THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT.

FRAT GUYS JUST COME OUT OF THE CLOSET WE ALL KNOW YOUR GAY QUITE PAYING FOR IT IN FRAT DUES.

WELL I AM HORNY DRUNK AND TIRED AND TOAD HAS A SALAMI HANGING AROUND HIS NECK SO I GUESS WE ALL WIN.

RAPE YOU LATER
YOURS TRULLY ANDY GEORGE
P.S. I AM WEARING YOUR PANTIES XXXOOO
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horemobile 1.0

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One night at one of Shanehore’s infamous bonfire, roughly 1998. I got drunk, and surprise, I (surprise) got angry/depressed. I speed my car towards the bonfine so we can listen to NIN while we sit around the bonfire. This was when i learned that cars do not drive in mud. We towed it out with the tractor the next morning. My parents don’t even ask where the mud came from. Good times, good times.
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