I was at Home Depot yesterday. I saw a ray of sunshine amongst a crowd of brown faces. As I drove closer, I saw one, fat white dude with a bunch of Mexicans, waiting for work. I rolled down my window and yelled out, "Bag Boy James, is that you?"
I'm sure James will show up soon. The van down by the river that he lives in probably broke down, so he's cooking old cans o' refrieds trying to save enough money to repair said van. As soon as he saves enough I'm sure he'll resume his whoring ways.
I do wander how ol' James get posts to TUSCL. I bet the dude goes by the public library and posts. Then he goes over to pornhub and plays some really twisted porno. Then he jacks it 'til the cops come and throw him out of the library.
411 on our little brother James. That muthafucka speaks Spanish. Better than Mexicans! I saw him translating. That James, he sure is clever. Or should we call him, Jaime?
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last commentI do wander how ol' James get posts to TUSCL. I bet the dude goes by the public library and posts. Then he goes over to pornhub and plays some really twisted porno. Then he jacks it 'til the cops come and throw him out of the library.
Life as a twisted bag boy dude is really HARD!!!