Jeez eh i texted or typed or something for like way darn long on the title. Like fooken 5 mins or something. I think, yeah it only holds 25 characters. Yeah im just.. (sighss) i think thats how thats spelt. Anywho, mentally challenged but challenges present opportunities for this retired ex pro wrestler living out life in highness, dopeness, fucken dickes..,fuck i mean dicklessness fawk!, i mean. Dude friggin just layin in the cut cusp. This is a pulp of (edy) an extremely well manered and quiet local and peer who plays drums. The nameless well, he says it but the main character and first dude i meant to talk about but i totally forgot already so im writing it now. Enrique a neighborhood local who is polite and rarely speaks. Being completely flabbergasted by a town of like 12 or something in a peer group with quite possibly the dumbess whitest person he has ever met. More listening then talking or fucken astral projecting fucken out and away or something hahaha idk but dudes way patient. Anyway Canadian wilderness surrounding everything dude like fucken way eh. He still ends up zomehow being spam an egged. Being in the class of cutlery he isnt exactly the most honed and does some pretty awful, outlandish, bold, mental gymnastics