Chilled out man with face tats, Raging alcoholic. He's lived and his mind bears the signs of a life lived. He once went on a trip in which a chow-chow dog told him the meaning of life in a secret underground lair full of midgets playing rhythm drums around a bonfire. I learned a lot form that man.
Stumps the clown: Y'all wanna see my bullet wound?
Crowd: Yes!!! Show us!
(Stumps shows them his bullet wound)
Crowd:....(some people show signs of extreme offense. punks and friends cheer.)
Stumps the clown kicked heroin. He is a hot man.
Chilled out man with face tats, Raging alcoholic. He's lived and his mind bears the signs of a life lived. He once went on a trip in which a chow-chow dog told him the meaning of life in a secret underground lair full of midgets playing rhythm drums around a bonfire. I learned a lot form that man.
Stumps the clown: Y'all wanna see my bullet wound?
Crowd: Yes!!! Show us!
(Stumps shows them his bullet wound)
Crowd:....(some people show signs of extreme offense. punks and friends cheer.)
Stumps the clown kicked heroin. He is a hot man.
This title is reserved for the masters of worthlessness & desperation. So devout in their mission they are willing to stick their hand in a running mower but so spineless in their effort they only can graze a finger. Their goal being solely for empathy & laziness. Excusing themselves from doing anything requiring effort because their finger is hurt.
Look over there, Stumps Gimpmore whining about his hand so his ex will help him.
"Righto lads, I'm gonna pull up stumps, I've had enough for today"
"You guys look like you had a big one last night, what time did you pull up stumps?"