Rollin' on

[nevermadestars]

Alright, bitches, Ryman's got some wheels!

It needs a little work, though. I need to add a grille guard with an attached wench, mount some flood lights, and put some bigger tires on this bitch. I want it to be able to roll over anything. I might have to redo the interior to hold the guns and ammo and whatever else we need

Comments

[m0therlove]

Hey Ryman, find your own booze to pay people with.

[nevermadestars]

But yours is right there.

[m0therlove]

Yeah, and people come in for it. This is Manhattan. It's not like there's a shortage of bars.

[nevermadestars]

Now I'm makin'em earn it.

I help keep you stocked up anyway, so stop bitchin.

[m0therlove]

Just don't pay them in Jack, all right?

[nevermadestars]

Dude, I swear, you nag like a future ex-wife.

And I was gonna pay'em with that cheap ass gin we got way too fucking much of. Why'd you let that Tifa chick stock that shit?

[m0therlove]

I don't ask for much around here. All I want is my nightly Jack Daniels.

If you'd known her better you wouldn't ask that question.

[nevermadestars]

Is that what you call your special time with Becky?

She hung around you and that mullet, she's obviously got shit taste.

[m0therlove]

If that's called Jack Daniels, we'll have to call yours Zima.

Better a mullet than feathered, asshole.

[nevermadestars]

More like Dom Perignon, fuckface!

Better rockstar hair than trailer-park hair. I bet you miss the ole' double-wide, don't ya?

[m0therlove]

Dom Perignon being your "Cinemax hand"?

You got that right. I haven't seen your mother in a long time.

[nevermadestars]

With you using Leon's, I gotta get action from somewhere.

LKJASFDJL MY MOTHER WAS A SAINT!

[meester_kennedy]

Hey, Ryman. Keep me out of your bitch fight.

[nevermadestars]

Shut it, cockholster.