I do truly wish this bullshit existence that Jimbo and The Skid Marks have unreasonably, unjustly and unwillingly, on my behalf, levied over my life. A series of fucked up years, five and counting to be exact, designed to make me choose a alternate route than a life once worth living but basically another thankless occupation of pushing up daisy's. By that I mean, these pile of shit, cock sucker Motherfucker bloody cunts destroyed my life so I would commit suicide so they could get a pay day of seventy seven million plus everything else they stole from me. This podcast is mine. I do not share any creative anything with Jimbo and the Skid Marks. I fucking hate them and if I do see any other f them in public, bloodshed is likely to occur. My favorite tool is usually a big fucking rock. Jimbo I will smash your head with that big fucking rock and this time, no half measures, I will not miss. The same goes for the hillbilly retard and The Scoundrel. You all know who you are and please try to fuck with me again because I am looking to pop my cherry and pop your fucking heads wide open with a big fucking rock. Rock out and your lights are out. Peace bitches I am, not out, but if you see the Jizz stain make sure to scream "Get the fuck out" then spit on her and kick her in the increasingly fat leg. Eat shit and kill yourself jizz stain et al.