From Bay st Woodstock, to the sights and sounds of Toronto, it’s been a long journey for Ryan. Juice lock-offs, cats shitting on his bed, teen girls slapping him and taking his shit.
One would think that after all this time he’d have learned enough about when it’s time to pipe down.
But not this pc soldier.
He can still be found on the far eaches of the internet (always at a distance) talking that trash, saying ‘bumbacleet’ and ‘rudipoo’, like a punk ass bitch would.
Here’s to another 40 years of Ryan talking shit, getting slapped out, and never knowing when to quit.
God-speed punk bitch, god-speed.