p u s s y

This man saved my life. I was walking down the street and out of no where an old man by the name of Mr. Badguy grabbed me by the neck and forced me to extend my neck like a chicken. As I was gasping for breath, I heard a voice right around the corner. Right there, Jason, assessing the situation and taking it into his own hands. He pulled out his 480 degree burnt toast, and slammed it down on top of Badguy. Badguy fainted and I was allowed to breathe again. I will always be grateful. No matter what this man needs, I WILL be there.