This comes from a member that learned I was part Native American. Do the mods do anything about it? Absolutely not. If I said this kind of stuff I would be banned for life.
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One girl I met when I first moved to LA danced at a Spearmint Rhino out here. She told me about some weird Indian customer she had once who paid for a lapdance, but didn't want her to dance for him. Instead, he just wanted her to whisper in his ear and insult/demean him for the few minutes the song played...because that turned him on. Too bad this happened so long ago, you two probably would have enjoyed each other's company and could have talked about how awesome it is to get owned by everyone in your lives.
Go fuck yourself with the next bottle of Wild Turkey you guzzle today.
Believe me, a year of my salary would buy you a lot of Firewater...maybe even enough to fill half of Hoover Dam. Wait, now I see your problem. That wouldn't be enough to hold your family over for the weekend in Vegas. Hmm.
Just take a hike, let the grown-ups talk and fuck off to your local beverage mart so you can cash your welfare check and pick up your weekend supply of cheap liquor.
My guess is I'd find you somewhere between the Strip and downtown rummaging through garbage bins hoping to find remnants of half-finished cans of beer left behind by tourists?
Drunks can't fight all that well either.
Say it to your face, huh? Oh good. Another internet tough guy.
You are right about one thing though...finally. Considering you look like you weigh 140 lbs, yeah...I do have about 90 lbs on you. Except I'm not smurf-sized like your sorry ass...I'm closer to 6-4. I'd say whatever the hell I wanted to your pathetic pock-marked face, and there isn't a damn thing you'd do about it. I wouldn't even bother though since losers like you aren't worth my time or effort.
Doesn't what's left of your family have a few gallons of cheap alcohol to down for the day?
Still wondering who your father is? Or did mom never get around to tell you since she was too busy working the bargain room at the Chicken Ranch?
Go back to hitting the bottle. It's literally the only thing you do well in life.