Less than 24 hours in Grants Pass, found a Voodoo, black magic holy sight. Had all three of my spayed heeler bitches dry humped by a Rotwieler disobeying German from its crippled owner, jump started a physchotic self mutilated hysterically sobbing bag lady's car, in a middleastern owned mini mart. The owner said in broken English he wanted some goat meat for ka bob, and decided he better take up drinking beer to fit in around town. This place is a nut house. Did see the new Red Robin, it was packed!
Last edited by Angus1895; 03/21/17.
"Shoot low sheriff, I think he's riding a shetland!" B. Wills
