Barefoot dude carrying two handfuls of swords down my street. Because why not, amirite?
…if I get woken up again at 4am by either a cat sticking his ass in my face or a toddler yelling “Mooommyy! I did a poopy! MOMMY THE POOPY...
Took a shot of fireball whiskey.
Bye, taste buds. It was fun while I had you.
Everyone on my dash is getting their wang sucked.
Meanwhile, on my birthday I sat alone in my room thinking about chips.