It is like I am some sort of Stupid Thing factory & they all come pouring out of my mouth.
My tongue is a conveyor belt for bad ideas.
I am industrious in my quest to drive people away.
Two avocados, a chocolate chip cookie, bagel with veggie cream cheese, & orange mango pineapple juice. Chase with water.
Hangover-be-gone.
RAW 1973.
The ground floor of the abandoned bank had been converted into a makeshift skate park.
Long live the ingenuity of youth.
Charming.
Feeling compelled to gain altitude, the gang climbs further into the stratosphere so as to maximize their vantage point over the industrial wasteland of downtown Bridgeport.
Then into a window.
Chapter one - places not to drop your phone.
The adult gardening association weekly rooftop soiree.
This is an electric pulley motor from eighty years ago.
It still works.
Season 4 ish? I’m on six. Let it be over already.
Jon Hamm answering teenage girls’ questions.
I don’t even.
Niia BTSTU (Jai Paul Cover)
People know this song exists?
Love the reviews on his myspace…
“Well, it’s not complete shit.”
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