Melvin Spellvin

deres some bs going on dere, hard to believe she just walked into Montana’s house without dem knowing her, biggest issue is Montanas let dat info out, looks bad for dem either way...

pay for all of dere weddin expenses (tux rental, travel and hotel expenses) and let dem buy what da hell dey want with dere $...

never, ever, stick ur dick in crazy...

Memories to last a lifetime, keep an eye out for snakes in your son’s path in front of him as he looks up for squirrels...

while I have zero experience with that pistol, the Tisas Zig M1911 is a very solid entry level 45acp pistol...

1985 Honda 185 three wheeler
1987 Honda 200 three wheeler
garage kept, serviced regularly, no smoke, starts on 1st pull, bullet proof...

pagin ole ball coach, he is the subject matter expert on all things on TB...

you sir, like most casual baseball fans, haven’t a frickin clue about what goes on in the “game within the game” of stealing and communicating information gathered, “stealing signs” is as old as the game itself and at ALL levels of the game starting at little league, don’t fool yourself into thinking it’s just the Astros, information is power and an advantage, teams that gather it succeed and those that don’t fail, dig your panties out of your chapped arse and watch games from a different and more enlightened perspective, the game is more enjoyable to watch when you pay attention to the details, you should try it sometime and stop venting from an uninformed position, to continue your rant is not flattering...

cuz dey be fricking stupid with zero deductive reasoning or logic, dey be simply non-thinking robot slaves doing da dirty work for the masters plan, yeah I said slaves & masters, which ironically is exactly what dey are and what dey be protesting and rioting about, ignorant sob’s, frick em...

so cute, but nasty lil frickers, brother and I killed one running towards us on one of the rails of a RR track, knew it wasn’t a skunk when we shot it but jesus h christ, the smell hit us as we got walked up and it got worse the closer we got to it, got it home with a string around it’s neck and attempted to skin it with bread wrappers on our hands, dad got home, tracked us down behind the barn by the smell, made us bury that nasty lil thing half skinned with the bread wrappers...