I rememmber life a a poor kid My whole family had to give head jobs just to have something warm in our stomachs. Heck we even had to jerk off the dog just to feed the cat
I used to fuck dogs and sell the puppies.
Have I ever recounted the story of the young British lad who had recently moved to Canada during my elementary school years there?
Born late to a couple in their fifties, recent immigrants from old Blighty to Western Canada.(back in the seventies, ey)
Now this guy was too stupid to be picked to any side when we had our pick-up soccer games.
But the little prick used to patrol the sidelines, wait for a ball to go out of bounds, pounce on it, then make a run for his home.
Several times he was run down before reaching said 'home' and frequently given a severe beating.
Did he ever learn?
Never knew what finally became of the guy.
Life is funny.
Either one will do the trick.
When being run out of town, get in front of the crowd and make it appear like a parade.