I had an old friend who showed up to the office naked. He was a local legend for his stunts. He walked in and sat down. The dude behind the desk asked him what the hell he was doing. He said, “Well, y’all are getting ready to fuck me, ain’t ya? I figured I’d go ahead and get undressed.”
He worked at a mine, so it was all men, and it was the 90s. Everyone knew his sense of humor and everyone loved him.
He was back at work 3 months later.
He died from black lung in 2019.
The whole damn community was broken up about it. Everyone who talks about him has some crazy story.
Yeah my dad never bothered me with that, but boy oh boy my mom does.
That was the biggest part of their struggle. My dad was a wild animal and my mom should’ve married a preacher.
She’s married to a man who sees the world like she does now. He’s a good dude and he’s perfect for her. She spent 30 years trying to make it work with my dad.
I like my mom’s husband, but stories could be written about my dad (wasn’t my father, just raised me).
He lived a life that would make some award winning movies look like Sesame Street.
That part about grandma getting the coworker was insane.
My grandma kept playboy magazines in the bathroom because “boys are gonna see it anyway. Might as well be here where they can ask about it.” And so they “wouldn’t be queer.”
She was nuts, but not that nuts I don’t think.
She shot a man in the back and got away with and I still think she had more marbles than your grandma haha.
Haha, demons. Good god, my hillbilly family loves to blame the poor old demons.
If you’re gay there's a demon in your peepee, rectal cancer there’s a demon in your butt. If you’re broke there must be demons in your wallet, If you’re hungry, there’s a demon in your gut. Tooth decay? You must have licked yourself a demon. Mental breakdown? Demons making you a nut! Every day we’re out here fighting all these demons, at night the sleep paralysis demons fight us!
Demons, demons, demons. Can’t get an erection? Must be a demon in your semen! Visit your local faith healin’, money stealin’, shandra maw hyba maw heep ahbba makoyata dahba sheenda tongue talkin’ preacher tuhday!
I just don’t get it. I absolutely loved every second of it. From the opening scene to the credits it was one of my favorite movies ever made and still is.
I didn’t like the ending, it seemed like kind of a big letdown. I don’t remember it, I just remember being surprised at how bland it was when the rest of the movie had me on the edge of my seat.
I had an old friend who showed up to the office naked. He was a local legend for his stunts. He walked in and sat down. The dude behind the desk asked him what the hell he was doing. He said, “Well, y’all are getting ready to fuck me, ain’t ya? I figured I’d go ahead and get undressed.”
He worked at a mine, so it was all men, and it was the 90s. Everyone knew his sense of humor and everyone loved him.
He was back at work 3 months later.
He died from black lung in 2019. The whole damn community was broken up about it. Everyone who talks about him has some crazy story.
RIP Rolly Poly.
Edit: Fixed it a bit.