Don't worry, they'll let you know.
I pause, then say, "Hang on, let me call my financial advisor."
Me: Uhh...Let me think... Why Friend: You boil the hell out of it! Me: Get out.
Because his mother was in the pen, and they didn't know how long the sentence would be.
Nobody knows - they usually lose count at 800 rounds.
He'll tell you.
A BOOkake party!
GRAAAAAAINS!
They'll tell you
Don't worry they'll tell you.
Every night, he'd go out and drink until it was light.
Just look for the fresh prints.
That hit the spots !
