If you haven't turned 30, and you've had forty-six cars, you're a jackal. If you are notorious for reeling in underage punanny, you're a jackal. If you stopped using condoms because you can perform your own abortions, you're a jackal. If you rent a room at a wedding reception and decide midway through the night that you'd rather sleep in the trunk of an '04 Sebring, you're a jackal. If you crap iPhones, you're a jackal. If you decide you don't care for a nickname that your buddy, BallDeep thinks is hilarious, and your means of conveying your disapproval is a jackal to jackal punch in the face, you're a jackal. So, fellow jackals, roll up a sleeve or two for our Jackal Down South, or get enviromental wid' it and carpool to work in a friend's trunk. We're raisin' a leg to Shubes, keep an eye on your little sisters and if you're in the Charleston, South Carolina region, let's just say, play it safe.
