hard disagree, every bum west of the rockies has given a handie to get somewhere
His name was Justin Anderson and he was vice chairman of the Utah County Democratic Party in 2017.
Both tbqh.
I love how Greee has to underline his jokes. They're the hackiest shit that even Blind Freddy can see from over the horizon. He assumes his humour goes over almost everybody's heads, yet in reality they're not so much low hanging fruit as they are pieces that fell from the tree weeks ago and are now in an advanced state of decomposition.
Russell "Human Butt Plug" Greer.
Fun fact: Nevada never used to be a desert until Greee moved there and dried all the hookers up.
She's not even a butterface when you get down to it because as you said, there's a lot of plastic there.
So many distinctly Russell qualities combined in such a short passage: the over-familiar greeting, the off-putting snobbery toward other men, the repulsively blunt sexual come-on, the autistic explanation of an obvious joke ("I tailored swiftly [play on the name 'Taylor Swift']"), all capped by an inexplicable expression of pride in being associated with brothels, like he's MLK marching on Washington or something.
He didn't even show up to take her there but waited in her room, without having sex, took her there once it opened and STILL didn't have sex afterwards?
Instead of eating, she reputedly drank wine on Russ's dime at winemom levels and got very loud. Russ handled that whole thing like it was a date, he was trying to "woo his hooker" (yes, those are his words) instead of doing what he fucking paid for.
Does a GFE include kissing? Not that this was a GFE thing, except in his mind/sawdust.
No, he’s just super egotistical and deluded; he thinks he comes off as, and is, one of those slick, suave attorneys you see on TV. He thinks he is way funnier and way smarter than he actually is, and he needs to explain his clever jokes for you, lowly peon (who doesn’t even practice law!), to be able to appreciate his keen wit
The thing is if people did laugh at Greee's jokes, he'd assume they're laughing at his face and not the joke.
It's always irked me a little bit that when retold, people say she 'ran down the clock' when she really didn't. Russell fucked that whole thing up himself by being retarded, not checking times for his shit, and expecting her to work beyond the time he paid for because he fucked everything up. It wasn't her job to check if the Olive Garden was open, how long it took to get from there to the brothel and back, or even remind Russell that he had booked her for 4 hours or whatever and after that time was up she was done. All of that was his responsibility, and he completely bungled it as usual.
The funniest thing he ever did was throwing a tantrum when Null retained Mr. Greg Skordas. It was a stream-of-consciousness meltdown masquerading as a court filing, and it was glorious. I wish I could read it for the first time again.
That was a different hooker he says catfished him, so he didn't fuck her either
We need a whole collectible line of these, Gas Station Rose Greer will be one of the rarer ones.
