texts: I'm a whiskey man myself. We don't have much trouble from drugs where I come from... </s> <s> You will. One of these nights you'll wake up and find a junkie tearing your bedroom apart. </s> <s> Naw!
labels: They'll climb right into your bedroom and sit on your chest with big Bowie knives. They might even sit on your wife's chest. Put the blade right down on her throat.