Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You arrive at the scrapyard, greeted by the owner who knows you by name.
"Hey Cody! Whats up buddy, good haul today?"
"Yeah man, I got a nice bike for ya today." You pull out the bike for him.
"Ohhh Cody, you know thats not alot of weight, it's not going to be much money. Maybe 10 bucks."
"It's cool bro. I just need some singles for the titty bar." You wheel the bike over to the scrap dealer. He hands you 10 singles, snickering.
"Have a good time Cody, don't get into any trouble now!"
"Hey you know me, I follow good christian values!" You hop into your jeep and drive off, 10 fresh singles in your hand. You have other things to do on your list, you could go do those things first, but...you really need to see some naked women.
"Hey Cody! Whats up buddy, good haul today?"
"Yeah man, I got a nice bike for ya today." You pull out the bike for him.
"Ohhh Cody, you know thats not alot of weight, it's not going to be much money. Maybe 10 bucks."
"It's cool bro. I just need some singles for the titty bar." You wheel the bike over to the scrap dealer. He hands you 10 singles, snickering.
"Have a good time Cody, don't get into any trouble now!"
"Hey you know me, I follow good christian values!" You hop into your jeep and drive off, 10 fresh singles in your hand. You have other things to do on your list, you could go do those things first, but...you really need to see some naked women.