Being a ThrashBro is tough. 14 cats, two goats and a horse later we are still stuck out here in Southern California with April rain. Countless hours of Mario Kart and various dosi-dabs before I was parking the beef bus in tuna town. Afterwards, I hit the rain, pick the uglier of the two goats, shotgun a Bang and half a bottle of my vape juice to then sacrifice the it on the stake of impeding doom, built by my homeboy Satan himself. 

Apparently, I needa get my soul back now or else. Maybe after dinner. Stay tuned.