Jan
29th
Thu
29th
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I was just texted the picture below from a number I don’t know. Attached was this audio message. The transcript, a poem:
Hey I know you got your check in.
Let’s go buy some quarts.
Get some fuckin cold King Cobra.
Don’t fuck around, man.
You better come pick me up too!
I know you got your grandma’s chitty.
Sh-Don’t fuck around, either.
You better come for me.
I don’t care if it’s out 20 minutes on the rez,
you better come-
come get me right now.
Sh-I’ll be waiting for you.
I got my fuckin-
I got my ID back too.
Alright.
Laters.
