Jackie Welles’ shitter!

Here’s your new best choom, not Jackie Welles who gives a fuck about a gonk who dies in the first half of the game? No, I’m talking about this shitter who chills unbothered in a half-trampled shack, with the door blocking the doorway. The ceiling in here is covered in graffiti because when Jackie does something it isn’t subtly. Bottle of bleach IN the bowl, I guess that’s what he thinks cleaning is. Another one on the ledge by the shower, because that’s what he thinks soap is! Good ol Jackie, perfect meat shield and obviously his shitter would look like this.