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I jumped on his trampoline.
Now, normally thats the sort of bragging exclamation I would make while manning the glory hole at one of the many gay bars I frequent. In this instance it is not.
I mean that literally. I went to high school with
Jason
Hammontree and on more than one occasion was on the giving and receiving ends of a double bouncing in his backyard (again, in this instance, that's to be taken
literally and not as some sort of homosexual polyamorus love making act I have paid to be a part of).
Now, in the spirit of being an uncompromising asshole, I am including his cross on my site: The first for anyone I've personally known. Here's the shitty part. I couldn't
find jack fuck about how he died. I got an obituary, but that's it.
Now the most important part of all this: Do you think he left a will or do I have a shot at getting that trampoline by contesting probate? Help me
Legal Zoom.
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