Jade Waconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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Sometimes, in rush, i stumble upon a rusty bench on Riverbend, yeah. Quiet, introspectin' moments, find balance inside. Crazy how muscles kinda echo heartbeats of the city, right? Like life, building, like layers of memory, sort like film reverse; "Remember Sammy Jankis?" Funny spin, hmm, life's puzzles, they spin around.

Obituary for Jeanne E. Friske at Johnson Funeral Home