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So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

"Whole 9 Yards" lyrics

Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

Man, Delano is somethin’ else. On Main St. you got your odd little shops, quirky cafes, and some nasty fast-food joints. I mean, who even eats there? Nah, I'm just havin’ a laugh. I stroll down 3rd Ave. – the blatant hub of local mischief – and you’re like, “What’s this place?” It’s all gritty, warm, and damn alive.

Labor to March In Delano For Immigrant Rights: “With These Hands, We Feed America”