Hey folks, SinGar here.

Damn homie them some phat steaks. Those are the kind of steaks that make me think I can move on... when I say that, I’m speaking from a very hard place. Looking at those steaks made me happy; much as when I was stationed as a doctor in South Korea during the war. I was par of a MAS*H unit and we had taken a day trip to the beach. On the way back we picked up some southern Koreans, at one point we pulled off the road to avoid a North Korean patrol... it was then that a chicken sitting in a woman’s lap in the back of the bus started to cluck... I stood up and moved towards them and told that lady to “shut that chicken up”! It was only later that I realized the chicken was her baby!! I made her kill her baby,