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This one time, in Kansas—yeah, Kansas, bitches—this farmer told me ‘bout his grandpappy who planted wheat in the Dust Bowl. Dumbass move, right? Lost everythin’, but the dude kept goin’, said wheat was his “only friend left alive”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*! Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ bout wheat bein’ yer BFF while the world’s explodin’. Total whore, tho, ditchin’ him when the wind kicked up!

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Thankful for Perris Buffet! Price is reasonable, food is good. We always get food to go. Their mongolian bbq is amazing, you will never go wrong!

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

GREEVER | Happy and healthy, former UVA running back Perris Jones is grateful for life and Louisville