It’s been a long day. Sprint. I’m 35 single never married no kids disabled tax exempt; my business? Jo’ ass. I’m an

Continuity custodial delicious pics engineer.*

“Oh ho ho! You pour me a jigger, on rocks, with branch water.” Said the elephant.

“Did I ever tell you,” he trumpeted, contentedly, “about the real battle of ninja Hill?”

“No.”

“Hm. What about Son Tay?”

“No!” I say, excitedly.

This elephant is the baddest fucking warfighter I have ever known, I think while rolling 20 sides dice for cash, my better half and stunning sight in the corner of a dilated eye steps aside, happily leaving me to my better, and I cannot get enough of him.

“Jackson,” he says, beginning