Amelia Jamul Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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The inmate I was waiting to see was my year-old sister Linda. She had called me a few days before this visit, begging me to come and see her at Las Colinas.

So if you’re ever around, hit up Jamul Community Park for some fresh air. Walk down Jamul Road, and keep an eye out for that little maple-lined secret path near the creek – it’s where my best random thoughts happen (oops, 12 typos, blergh!). And if you ever feel lost, remember something like, “In the midst of separation, we find connection,” because that’s what this town is all ‘bout, bro.

Jamul Indian Village Celebrates Historic Land Reclamation with Passage of S. 3857