Let me tell you all about my grandpappy

[Anonymous No.52499395]

He was a grizzled and chizzled old farm boy outta Mankato Minnesota. Use to drive about an hour down the iron range in his pick me up truck to mines out there in Plymouth. Now hed be a hackin and wacking and would be a stacking that bitcoin like no one ever seen. Grandpappy bought a big old acreage and retired in the sunset down on long lake. His work friends had it a little different. See while grandpappy was out fishing on his fishing boat his old work friends continued on turning big rocks into little rocks until one day they couldn’t swing there hammer no more. When there pension was fried and the town meth head blew up their rental property they were begging for the ball pin hammer.

[Anonymous No.52499425]

>>52499395
Don't ever post about my Minnesota again

[Anonymous No.52500022]

>>52499395
You watch those nature documentaries on the cable? You see the one about lions? You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't want to move. Now the little lions come, they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.