Hello, Alex. It is me, your old best friend, Luis. I used to work at Tucker Creek as the art teacher. Remember when you used to go to the art class and I was there painting a picture? We used to hit the geek bars all the time, dude. Remember when we used to play the fidget spinner technique and see if you were circumfixed? I miss you, man. Write back soon. Sincerely, Luis.

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

This man is the gayest man

nice hours kid

Smokin big doinks in amish

GGs Mr. Blight. I screamed so much. He scares me. 🙌🏽