Falcon needs to rediscover the consumption of orange clay from a two-foot depth.
i agree that was when he was on fire
literally, i think he was on fire and trying to figure out how to put it out while he made those posts
i sometimes think "what is falcon doing NOW"?
lieterally i do, when i'm out, he is the ONE getbigger (as well as uncle) who i think "what are THEYYYY doing?"
in other words i want to start a reality show where myself and junior and lobstah drive down to be hired as painters for FAlcon's company a
we will go to the gym daily
and go clubbing or to the bar or whatever they do in the south and eat Dirt and fuck whores and and blow coke and talk electricity
johnny will lose weight and go back to being a man dime
i am a perennial man dime
lobstah is dime-mynd (so much dime she shines bright like zee diamonds) and i am secretely in love with her because her writing so subtly hillarious
there will be a twist
shizzo dies!