Well. Good days always start with good music or a blowjob. I’m not about to try and get a blowjob… so… good music it is… haha
I really just can’t fucking stand people you’re supposed to be able to rely on sometimes.
A good game of walrus always ends in “sex with a tyrannosaurus Rex with a blonde wig and fake tits wearing a Sombrero with an unlimited supply of pizza.”
do you ever cook something in the microwave but it’s still really cold in the middle and you just keep eating it instead of heating it longer because life is pointless and entropy is unavoidable and the universe is filled with callous and casual destruction