They are gods anointed arbiters of what freedom is? #NothingLikeIt

So Jimmy, while dazed, fired off a solid left to ribs and then caught me right in the chin with a right hook. I dropped flat to the ground out cold... The End.

Jimmy stumbled back and I followed up with a solid left jab and right cross. Now Jimmy Stole is known as Jimmy Two Chins. This miserable bastard can take a haymaker and an upper cut from a prize fighter back to back and still stay on his feet. 10/?

This obscene excuse of a human had the audacity to spit out the sandwich he took from me and then say "This tastes like shit!" It was at that moment I just lost it. I took the plate and smashed Jimmy right in the face. Shattered that plate into a million pieces. 9/?

So I sit down and am about to dig into the culinary delight of Mama June's Famous Tuna Sandwich which this fucking prick named Jimmy Stole comes and takes the sandwich outta my hand. He looks me dead in the eyes and takes a bite out of it, chews, then SPITS IT OUT! 8/?

So Mama June just pops one or two or a handful of her little helpers and makes the best damn tuna sandwich in all of Oklahoma. It's all in the dressing, she makes her own mayo and slices the pickles and onions with the Bowie Knife named Ziggy she stabbed Texas Tom to death with. 7/?

Or as Mama June puts it: An amphetamine solution. She came into possession of about 500 cases of those old Hornet and Yellow Jacket gas station trucker speed capsules when they got outlawed in the 90s. That's about 2 semi trailers full of, up till then, legal magic working power. 6/?

While that poor bastard finished dying Mama June took his belt, the 50 bucks of prize money, and went back to work at her lunch stand to finish her clopen shift. Now I say clopen even though Mama June's never really closes in the first place. Mama June has a bit of an amphetamine problem. 5/?