It ain't that easy

While you Mongolian clusterfucks were typing away on Chiefsplanet, I was out exercising the dog around the local cemeteries in the KC metro, scouting potential locations. That way, when all you sad sack fucks kick the bucket, I’ll know where to dump the shit.

Hell, I may even relieve myself a bit as well.



Death, Taxes, and John Matrix owns your soul. Now go douche your boss’s cum out of your skank bitch’s gash.