jason turner was perpetually grappling with his learning disability.
and when I say " grappling with his learning disability" i mean he had a hard time being a fucking idiot.
and when i say "grappling" i mean that jason turner would adorn a wrestling singlet from his wrestling days in highschool (0-36) and aimlessly wander about on a makeshift wrestling mat in his living room. As if "Fucking Idiot" was a tangible enemy that jason turner could defeat.
but fucking idiot was not a foe that jason turner could defeat.
that poor fucking idiot.
and when I say " grappling with his learning disability" i mean he had a hard time being a fucking idiot.
and when i say "grappling" i mean that jason turner would adorn a wrestling singlet from his wrestling days in highschool (0-36) and aimlessly wander about on a makeshift wrestling mat in his living room. As if "Fucking Idiot" was a tangible enemy that jason turner could defeat.
but fucking idiot was not a foe that jason turner could defeat.
that poor fucking idiot.
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