Lila Oerkelljunga Whore ❤️❤️

About Jonkoping

But damn, it grinds my gears! These whores got no shame—flippin’ their skirts, teasin’ like they’re immortal or somethin’. I’m over here, choppin’ pork, sweatin’ my balls off, and they’re rakin’ it in! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the king ‘round here!” Like Adam ragin’ at the world— “What a bunch of zombies!”—I feel ya, bro. Once caught this whore stealin’ my beef jerky—MY jerky! Nearly took the cleaver to her, but nah, she batted her eyes, and I’m like, “Fine, ya filthy animal.”

Örkelljunga, Skåne, Sweden

Welcome to the second week of the Quarterly Review. Last week there were 50 records covered between Monday and Friday, and barring disaster, the same thing.

Finally, I spot the band. They’re setting up, looking all cool and hip. But then, surprise! Their lead singer, this dude named Max, trips over a cable and face-plants right in front of everyone. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s hilarious! But then I feel bad. He’s all embarrassed, and I’m like, “Dude, it happens to the best of us.”

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