CULTURE OR WHITE TRASH-LIKE

[F.U.]

That flailing wailing stuff gets under my skin and I want to stuff a liverwurst sandwich in their mullet.

Hardest thing I ever did was dealing with my dads and my little brothers funerals [2 separate times]. I had to be the strong one and hold the rest of the family up. Not a tear shed until I was alone, days later. Then all hell broke loose. I probably looked like a cold hearted dick by not crying at my dads funeral. I don't know how I did it.