sadmanbarty
Well-known member
i hope mvuent brings some grime sensibilities back to minneapolis. he's walking through some idyllic americana like the beggining of blue velevet; white picket fences, apple pies, the lot. a kindly old man who fought in the korean will beckon him over, "here son, i don't suppose you could help me with this motor?" he'll ask as he pops the bonnett of an antique muscle car. mvuent suddenly turns and start spitting furious lyrics saying that he's going to slap the poor gentleman's nan.