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hand, but he stayed next to his mom. Diner was baked ham, sweet potatoes and some canned green beans. There was some store bought pies Carl’s mom had brought. The pies sat next to the dining room table on a wooden cabinet. The cabinet was plain, but it once held the families fancy dinnerware and silver. The items where now gone, given to Carl’s aunt Lily some years back. Carl’s mom resented this fact and often said that her sister, likely pawned the items for booze. Occasionally sound…

imagine that shit. She might as well NOT WORK. Perhaps the mayor or Richmond, Berea, President of EKU, Berea work there for a month and see how they like it. Or mitch mcconnell.. "umm what the fuck do you think this is?? I asked for catfish nooottttt fucking cod". Why don't they take a paycut for the unemployment rate is each month in their district. That would really get andy barrrrrrr to frying up some fucking fish. You know you never hear from this elected people until they try to shit all…

transferor of the song was a kid named Kenny. He was a couple of years younger than us, but at a young age, two years were more like dog years… light years. A lot of shit happens and gets crammed into one year of prepubescent life. Kenny was a chunky; hyper kid with the look and attitude of a nine year old John Belushi. Funny as shit! At nine he had attitudinal BALLS, though virtual at his age. A feat that was attempted by many, was to climb the tall; foreboding, black iron fence…

African American scientist or the African American doctor; they only see the African American man who committed a crime. An example of labeling theory is in the movie is Doughboy and Ricky’s mother Brenda. Brenda says to Doughboy “you ain’t shit, you don’t do shit and all you gonna…

his fucking mouth like he just had to his mother like he just did again, then he wanted me to take them now. I could tell he was a bit shocked, so I told him if he wants to keep his fucking teeth in his head, then he better do something to fix this shit because I wasn’t angry yet, but he was getting very fucking close to seeing that part of…

like appearance wise he compliments Emmy more. Right, and apparently Fiona turned Tony gay as well. I don 't even know what the point of the writers adding that in considering we never see him again. I guess it 's to show how much Fiona is a piece of shit but in that case with Tony he was given many signs that she wanted nothing to do with him other than to cover their asses when Frank or one of them screwed up and needed an out. Fiona 's has a vagina magnet when it comes to guys dicks like her…

As I'm sitting there, I think about my life in two words. Complete shit. I take a deep breath and light a cigarette. "You're going to die from that," someone said. "How many do you smoke a day?" "Thanks, doctor." I turn around and look at the man. He comes around the bench and sits next to me. "But, I really don't care." "Why not? I mean..health is important, right?" "Not to me," I say while blowing smoke into his face. "Who are you?" "Colton, but call me Colt. Are you new here?" I glare…

In the beginning of the movie, Bartleby did not accept by any college, he did not like study and has many excuses to skip classes in high school. He did not want his parents disappointed, so he creates the fake college and give it an ironic name “SHIT”- South Harmon Institute of Technology. Bartleby is not good at getting high score, but he has talent in organizing. His leadership encourage other students to be on the same side with him. When Bartleby argue with his parents that college is not…

fuss was about anyway, as long as the words were there what was the goddamn difference? The oldest books he owned, birthday gifts when he was young that ranged from Rowling to Murakami to picture books from distant family friends who didn't give a shit about him, all of them by this point were in a disarray of frayed, well-turned pages and old stains and creases, the more read ones held together with masking tape from hazardous accidents in their travels in his…

that gets engulfed in flames. This weekend, bothered the fuck out of me, Clyde pestered me about Thomas the whole time at work. I am an informant, but leave me alone man, after I tell you that I don't know. My phone vibrates on my desk scaring the shit out of me, I almost drop dead, it's so loud. (From Thomas) I'm going to do it! I think I might text him about how I feel. I glance at that message, my stomach drops as I shove my right leg into the left leg hole. “Fuck!” I exclaim, this…