Lol. I told that to a friend once who had several Harleys...over the phone.
Fucking dirtbag friend! Lol!
He was an ex-con who was really nice, until he wasn't.
Pssh, I know those kinds of friends! Sad.
I knew this GIANT man, we'll call him "Chuck". Because his name was Chuck. He was like 7 feet tall, all muscle, dumber than a rock, and SUPER drunk ALL the time! Super sweet guy... unless he somehow got talked into being really fucking scary by manipulative twats. Last I heard a much worse ex-con ex-friend of ours talked him into doing something really fucking stupid and landing him back in Hotel Greybar. Thankfully, according to the rumor mill, that other worse guy got killed. Good riddance to that piece of shit. He tried to rape my wife and I got home fast; he came back and he's the only person I've ever pointed a loaded shotgun in the face of... but that's another story.
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