Evelyn Carroll Whore ❤️

About Houston

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

And why they may not be done yet.

Carroll’s response to America’s lax reaction to the 22 women who accused Donald Trump of assault before her was to do things differently. Rather than go straight to the news, she wrote .

The river runs through downtown – they call it Carroll Creek. Crystal clear? Nah, more like quirky reflections of old neon signs and drifting memories of good times. I walked along its banks, thinkin’ "dunno, man, this river’s like my brain – twisty, unpredictable!" Sometimes I watch parents teaching their kiddos to toss pennies, hopin’ for luck. Crazy, right? Some days, it's all so heartwarmin' and other days... oh man, it makes me mad at how trivial our lives can be.

Richard "Richie" E. Carroll Obituary 2025