I dream every night about logging out of this place and never returning…and then I wake up having already refreshed the tab and checking my notifications
I dream every night about logging out of this place and never returning…and then I wake up having already refreshed the tab and checking my notifications
Well after teaching someone that looked like Ron Pearlman how to do coke in an RV the sheep piled on top of a a group of zombies until a bridge caved beneath them and I woke up
Well after teaching someone that looked like Ron Pearlman how to do coke in an RV the sheep piled on top of a a group of zombies until a bridge caved beneath them and I woke up
Spoken like someone who has obviously never danced with the white dragon…aside from going to a high school reunion, sleeping is the last fucking thing you wanna do on nose candy
Spoken like someone who has obviously never danced with the white dragon…aside from going to a high school reunion, sleeping is the last fucking thing you wanna do on nose candy
I mean, even if Facebook wasn’t very much a thing, I already talk to the three or four people who went to high school with me that I actually wanted to stick around on a regular basis…where’s the appeal in going back to a building you hated to make awkward small talk with your former bullies and no-chance-in-Hell-now-or-then crushes about their boring kids and minor medical procedures??
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