Sits down by his fireplace and opens a photo album of pictures of Dio at various rap concerts
staring about his humble a bode, he sees something unsettling upon his bedside table.
“my fleshlight is full of mildew and bacteria and it stinks like a dead man’s armpit”
the ever silent narrator would like to note that Jews have not done phsycical labor since the Holocaust so I find this man’s story a little unbelievable but whatever
the jewish working man turns away in disgust from his troubles and gets the mail. in it is a letter.
“oy vey! boy are my arms tired and this gas bill is how much!1? when i was 9 i could take care of myself “
fuck it let’s start over.
a jew comes home from a long day of being a big nose banker and he finds release in his young sons ass
he ignores this and sits down next to his brick oven and starts to have thoughts about ancestors