Frankie has finally gotten over an especially ravenous case of oral herpes. Frank is man on the town and sometimes the town will set your mouth on FIRE! This brutal case of things gone wrong in the mouth has sidelined Francis for a few weeks. He could only be found on the couch with a distant look in his eyes and a straight razor by his side. This case of the doldrums reportedly lasted for several weeks. Unwilling and unable by god's love to even roll onto his other side while laying on the couch has caused some very gruesome very unattractive bed sores. The pus has been running thick across Frankies frail body. After finding enough drive to get up, get into the shower, scrub well with iodine, pop a few Valtrex, and rub Neosporin tenderly apon his body he finally found his inspiration in 3 tall cans of nickle water beer.
Revitalized and herpe free Francis found a pair of red pants, a red blazers, and a will to not give a fuck. Pouring back the shitty booze as fast as a prom baby is tossed into a dumpster, francis found himself again.
If your looking for francis out and about during spring break, you can expect to at least catch him at the catacombs kariokiiiii on wednesday. other wise he will be found on your neighborhood roof drinking and getting a wicked ass tan.
