A magical creature who lives in a world where pork does not exist and he never has to drive to the store.
Commonly reffered to as poo-pooh head Jenkins or Mr. Randy Watson, Tha Ingram inhabits my house and does not know that his roomate beats off on his computer.
God damnit, I'm not driving, I drove last year, fuck you then...I'm not a jew.
Quit being tha ingram
I love tha ingram