It’s very sad when a 35-year-old still lives with mom and spends all day crying online about pretty basic shit that everyone in the world has to deal with. That’s what happens when you are coddled by mommy and never face any adversity or work a real job.
Just wait until something REALLY bad happens, buddy – like you get a brain tumor or your car gets wrecked or you get a DUI or your child gets hurt badly or something. You will totally decompensate and have a breakdown. That is because you were a very weak pussy to begin with. You have never been tested or forged in misery.
“Whaaah. When I eat some foods, my tummy hurts sometimes! Instead of just not eating those foods, I’m going to cry online in public and ask you to sign my petition. Whaaah.”
Guess what, fag? Pretty much EVERYONE has foods they eat that don’t agree with them. Especially as they get older – like you are doing while you live with mother. Every time I go out to eat with my mom I have to listen to her ask the poor waitress twenty questions about spices, seafood, etc because all that stuff fucks her up. Has nothing to do with “dirty food,” you moron.
I myself had to give up certain things because they gave me acid reflux. Which sucks because I love drinking greyhounds and Moscow Mules. Those are the breaks.
EVERYONE KNOWS they shouldn’t eat a bunch of junk food, but this is America. Some people are fat morons, unfortunately. You should be thankful for fat morons or the Democrat party would have about 95% less members. See: Bruce Haywood and Izzy The Baby Beluga.
Droughts have been wrecking human lives for centuries and centuries and THOSE people were REAL farmers who DIED if their crops failed. You are a FAKE farmer who lives with mom and buys food at HEB, you fat, silly twat.
You didn’t even have a “family farm” a “few” years ago. It was only incorporated in December of 2023. You have NEVER EVER grown any crops on your fake farm. Not once. So a lack of water wouldn’t matter. I challenge you to show ONE photo of that one time a “few years ago” where your crops withered and died. Should be easy since you take pictures of every stupid thing you do for social media.
Are you talking about your pasture? Your “grass crop” you grow? Again, according to you, you switched from cattle to goats in anticipation of arid conditions, lol. So why are you whining? You should be killing it, right?
Idiot.
In fact, during the last ugly dry spell, people were on social media begging for hay and being shocked at $200-per-bale prices. YOU were posting shit like this at the EXACT SAME TIME:
You didn’t make a PEEP about the drought or the price of hay. Because you hadn’t invented your fake rancher persona yet. You were begging for fellow morons to follow your Instagram account, which is hosted on a giant data center.
You are not a hero who is “protecting water” (something Ag Commissioner has ZERO control over anyways). You are just a pussy who cries a lot on social media. You are a dime a dozen.
Clayton Tucker was born in 1991 and coddled by mommy. Ergo, pussy.