Anna Sumner Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

Know another quote from Knots Landing?

Sumner pelted Andelin with inappropriate comments for the rest of the flight, and she grew increasingly upset. He asked repeatedly for her address and phone number. She refused. .

My absolute fav? Must be River Bend. You see it? A serpent-like river slithering by Old Town. The bridges there—like King’s Crossing—are sprinkled with tales of past lovers, and fights, and epic breakups. I once met a couple right on the bridge at midnight. Crazy, right? Time -> frozen. It’s like you’re trapped in one of those monk-films I dig. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – cycles of our lives, man!

OBITUARY: Joseph John Selner, Jr.