

It’s not the destination bruh, like it’s the journey.
It’s not the destination bruh, like it’s the journey.
A train handy is an underrated pleasure. Those occasional sways on the turns and random shakes and shimmies are to die for.
So what you’re saying is that you can’t murder your friends so stop being friends? I like what you did there.
With MD 20/20 you either have shitty memories or none at all
and a swig of Maddog 20/20 was also in order. Or some Night Train Express if one of your buds was already in their 30s.
Gonna have to ask my great aunty to pass on a query for me.
I’m with you. Just say that you have a thing in the French Riviera or some shit and won’t be back in time. Here’s a $35 Walmart gift card.
TL’DR: dem titties tho. Ozempic for my man’s STAT.
Inverse correlation