Old Herman likes his barrel wash, shooting badgers on my farm, riding my Harley, getting laid, American progtards, sixty year old incels from Vancouver, seventy year old Italian-American leg humping morons living in Costa Ebola, spics, pakis, nips, jigaboos, faggots, camel humpers, kolbassa, perogies, and mustard, I am an open minded redneck with ecelctic tastes.
Did I mention I like barrel wash.
Yes, & your love of barrelwash will drive you to an excruciatingly painful ending and an early grave, Herman.
If my encounter with another barrelwash lover I knew is any indication, you won’t even make it to your 70th birthday Herman. Not even as old as No Oakie is today. BTW That fellow died bedridden with a catheter in his neck. His best friend told me that his suffering was so severe, he opted out of getting an operation ta save his life. He died on night suffocating on his vomit. Like yourself he had an appetite for cheap Asian bar sluts from whom he contracted hepatitis C, herpes & an assortment of other venereal diseases, Herm. Yeah when he was healthy I used ta help him make his barrelwash which like you he’d drink to excess.
Thats what happens when ya destroy yer liver Herm. Ya end up in the gutter like that, eh?
Oh well you got momma Fashionista ta take care of you when yer sick & dying Herm. She can clean yer bedpans.
She can visit you in the hospital along with that other alky in the Blue Cashew, Iron Horse Jockey.
Good luck Herm