So, we had these girls in a hotel room…

Long story short, I got my shoe in her snatch. Then this fuckin’ kid in the food court spills fried rice all over me. I wanted to take a brick and smash his face into fuckin’ hamburger. That reminds me, telephone calling cards, me and Tommy Mac are takin’ down a truckload later. Oh and any more pork loins go missing, make it two towns over, and I want a taste, it’s for pizzaiol.