If Nana died

[Ha Ha Ha Holeee Shit!]

Would you be sad? I would. I get so many loffs out of his current incarnation. Nana, home edition is pure laughter. The floor spitting and the “mothers cock!” yelling. The fights with Missy, it’s all comedy gold. He and Opie gave me lots of laughs and good memories. I just can’t completely hate him in that way, same for SAMCRO Joe. Long live Nana & Co.!

Anthony Cum, I can’t quit you.

 

[satanssockpuppet]

Not "if", but "when". All things considered, and taking his current appearance, lifestyle and alcohol consumption into account, I figure he has approximately zero to five years left, tops. His head is all swollen, he has that creepy gray pallor, he's potato-shaped, he drinks non-stop and he's up all night screaming profanities. He'll be the first of the still-living O&A gang to go.

 

[guest]

I would ha ha holy shit and pound my desk and write on his memorial page but then same, I’d be sad to be completely honest which you.

Then I would try to talk to him from the dead using a ouiji board. Maybe he will spell out feed nana or age.

 

[Ha Ha Ha Holeee Shit!]

Not "if", but "when". All things considered, and taking his current appearance, lifestyle and alcohol consumption into account, I figure he has approximately zero to five years left, tops. His head is all swollen, he has that creepy gray pallor, he's potato-shaped, he drinks non-stop and he's up all night screaming profanities. He'll be the first of the still-living O&A gang to go.

Yes, I hate to say, you are probably right. Either way, please keep that fan fiction coming.

 

[HR@PaneraBread]

The overwhelming legion of teary eyed women coming forward with their stories should offset that loss. The nanafesto is going to get a few new amendments

 

[satanssockpuppet]

Yes, I hate to say, you are probably right. Either way, please keep that fan fiction coming.

Andy Espresso fanfic is eternal. He doesn't necessarily have to be alive for that. I'm hoping his (guffaw) looming move to Greenville provides some new Andy fodder, as he's really been in a rut lately.

 

[Gay Faggot.]

I hope the faggot dies. Fuck him.

 

[Ha Ha Ha Holeee Shit!]

I hope the faggot dies. Fuck him.

 

[Consensual Rapist]

I’d be sad for the fact that he couldn’t make an ass out of himself anymore.

 

[aRTie02150]

I'd actually feel a little weird because I've known of the guy for more than half my life and he actually interacted with us at one point.

 

[satanssockpuppet]

Joe would be posting on Facebook from the funeral home, blaming Biden for the cost of Nana's cheap clapboard casket.

 

[Meownaw]

I would do a Nana prance on his grave.

 

[Wild]

I don't feel anything for celebrity deaths anymore, especially when they're of the Z-list genotype. It's been a long journey.

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

Aw I'd hate to see the old gal go but I know Nana is gonna croak sooner rather than later. The real question is will it make the news

 

[The Greaseman]

Not at all. He grooms vulnerable children if he doesn't outright have sex with them. I don't care how many times he made me laugh.

 

[wbgreen]

Joe would be posting on Facebook from the funeral home, blaming Biden for the cost of Nana's cheap clapboard casket.

Joe and Dawn would pick apart Nana's apartment with no remorse, like in A Christmas Carol when Scrooge got a vision of what would happen after he died.

 

['THE NIGGER MAN']

I'm hoping the Greenville fiasco is the smoldering dumpster fire it should be.

I want Nana to be defeated by rural life and end his sad story in San Francisco as Andy Espresso, cabaret dancer.

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

Joe and Dawn would pick apart Nana's apartment with no remorse, like in A Christmas Carol when Scrooge got a vision of what would happen after he died.

they could probably get about $20 in glass returns from the Bud empties in there. Not bad!

 

[satanssockpuppet]

I'm hoping the Greenville fiasco is the smoldering dumpster fire it should be.

I want Nana to be defeated by rural life and end his sad story in San Francisco as Andy Espresso, cabaret dancer.

Andy Espresso's phone began to ring just as his "Call Of Duty" character died for the thirty-seventh time. "CUNT!" he angrily hissed. "Oh, great...it's her again" he cattily sneered. "Hey, babe, how ya doing?" he insincerely squealed.

"Andy, what the fuck? Are you EVER moving down here, or what? It's been two months since your closing, and you haven't even shipped anything down here yet. I've been breaking my ass decorating and furnishing this place and you're up there fucking around. Why would you keep paying rent when you own a fucking house? It makes no sense!" brayed his mannish, overbearing beard.

"Uh yeah, babe, uh, we're just getting things set up for the show, and I won't really be able to relax down there without a proper pool house, and, uh, I have some, you know, Compound events scheduled, so, uh, it's just easier right now to..."

Suddenly there was a knock at Andy's door.

"Andy? Did I just hear a knock?"

"Uh no" he mincingly panicked. "That was just the, uh, cat, uh, knocking something over. Gotta go!".

Tossing the phone aside, Andy leaped to his feet, and positively sashayed across the room to the door. He took a look through the peephole at his guest. "HahaHAholeeeeeeeeeshit! She is totally passable! HahaHA!". Andy opened the door, and his guest, a tall, mocha-colored transsexual with long ropy arms and a strong African chin stepped into his squalid lair. "Yeah, babe" thought Andy, "it makes no sense at all...tee hee heee!".

 

[WhereWeAt]

Not "if", but "when".

Not "when" but "if". He's an immortal vampire, after all.