Bane. Ain't. Dead.
I'll tell you how I know. Because there are no death records for September 22nd.. or 21st.. or 23rd... or hell... the whole month of september... that match someone even remotely close to his age... where he was known to live... which by the way... is not Oakland.
That sneaky prick is just lurking... waiting for me to put up some mushy post about what a great guy he was... so he can jump out and wave his pecker at me and call me a pussy.
I didn't fall for it last time... so this time he's showing more patience.
Come on out old man! You're wasting your time! I know you're still out there... and I know where.
Maybe you got bored with "Bane". Fine. I know you're around... You ain't foolin' me.
Come on out bitch! Show yourself!
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