Doorbell rings. I ain’t expecting nobody, but fuck - maybe it’s Mr. Dot Com Shopper. I should prolly put some fuckin clothes on, though, just incase it ain’t ( Read more... )

"Who the fuck are you and when are you fucking paying for my fucking window ( Read more... )

I can tell a mile out, that is one ugly fucking piece of shit car. What the fuck’s it doing outside my place? I don’t fucking know nobody who’d drive something like that ( Read more... )

New Year's day, and I almost hit some fucker in the street. Me being me, I picked him up ( Read more... )