Every boogaloo is targeted. There families are targeted.
“One Size Fits All” collapse …
Turning cops …
Violence solves nothing, but ignoring violent mother fuckers is just as bad.
Picking up a girl: You should tell random people this … “One day, you will be the Leopard Empress of all the lands east of the great river … You will be known for your wisdom, and your fantastic apple pie recipe … In the 12th year of your reign, you will face an adversary from the south … do not worry, you can cap her ass.”
The Huff-n-glump stalks you in the night … He hides in the bushes, out of sight … He smells your butt grease, that whiskey on your breath. He puts your metal to the test. If you get stuck in the snow or mud? He comes at you, like the CHUD. (and he suckles on your bones) “Where you going Chet?” “Gonna get some fishing line … at Walmart … for the fishing trip tomorrow …” “You going out NOW? … at night?” “Yes …” “They say the Huff-n-glump took Old Walter’s black lab …” “Nah … that’s bullshit.” (the man is killed later on by it) I really want to start the “Huff-n-glump” urban legend … because … it’s not like we have other shit to be worried about in 2020? How hard would it be to dress up like a “Manbeast” and then run through that reservoir park up on Roosevelt at around 1 AM on a Tuesday? (Tuesday is the key day for this shit) And then, start talking about “Huff-n-glump” sightings … (cats being eaten)
“Being 70 years old, or older, is risky as fuck …” – Dr. Freckles
“If we can’t hug or smile? – we can’t heal.” – Dr. Freckles