You ever sit on public transit and wonder where everyone around you’s life went wrong?
You ever sit on public transit and wonder where everyone around you’s life went wrong?
You ever put ranch on a hot dog, or are you kind of a little b word?
As your internet dad, I’m not mad at you. I’m just disappointed.
When you’re about to open a can of whoop-ass and realize you left your can opener at home.
Sitting at a bus stop outside of a strip club, I haven’t felt this 18 in almost two decades.
Oh look, you found a hidden easter egg!* *cooter biscuit
I’m still punk, I tell myself as I check my sleep score every morning.
“Fuck a clown and find out.” - Weird dude in storm drain.
Maybe if you change lanes a couple dozen more times the bumper to bumper traffic will magically disappear.