Imagine being so devoid of morals and testicles that you’re shooting up your 25-year employer with ketamine multiple times per day. Ketamine that you purchased with 55 grand of his money.
Everyone in this story is a disgusting vampire, Perry included.
The "lifeguard" doesn't have any type of can, tube or other rescue flotation on him, other than a paddleboard. Good luck saving a 200+ pound dude in the midst of the water death throes.
AggroCop has two DWI's on his record. 2015 & 2016:
https://www.ksdk.com/article/news/local/illinois/illinois-deputy-charged-murder-dui-charges-macoupin-county/63-b1167b53-ef81-4af1-8383-e341359d41b4
Sorry, Cheatle, for the inquisition.
I think you don't got it (got it), don't got the strength to carry on, oh yeah.
You need to fax over a quick resignation.
Now I replace thee, ooh, who will it be?
"Hey Honey - I'm headed to GameStop to pick up that limited edition Torbin action figure for little Billy's birthday gift. You know, Torbin... the Jedi that committed suicide."
Disney should hire someone else to retroactively shoot a post credit scene where after Vernestra strolls into Yoda’s office, he immediately senses her hidden evil. And then he force-explodes her medulla oblongata like fucking Scanners.
+1.
I appreciate listening to their transition from drunk teens, to experimental young adults, and on to grown men with kids. Their documentary on Apple+ is fantastic.
RIP MCA.