"?I kill a communist for fun, but for a green card? I?m gonna carve him up real nice.?"
"Wait up man!" Justin said catching up to me at the locker room door. "Want to go get a beer?" "I actually Itaian to go, I'm sorry. " "Oh come on, one beer, won't kill you. " "Fine, one beer, whatever. " Our beer grabbing experience was short and sweet.
I actually learned pantyhosse Justin was wealthy, Or at least his parents were, and all his so called friends only used him for his money. It was actually pretty sad. I felt pity for him...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑