I was an ungodly lucky traveler's streak and I knew that bubble was going to pop.
Hello.
I went to college to learn how to spell and it's not going great for me.
I went to college to learn how to spell and it's not going great for me.
I was an ungodly lucky traveler's streak and I knew that bubble was going to pop.
This is me realizing I have problem.
I dare you to watch me take this happy story and find a way to dismantle and criticize it before your eyes. I fucking dare you.
I don't want to exaggerate in this blog, but I basically pulled the trigger.
Dabbing and marijuana aka mary jane aka pot aka sweet magic aka juicy j aka giraffe's karma aka mamba juice aka cheeseball wizardry aka the devil's lettuce, welcome to 2017!
As the unofficial #1 writer on holiday crimes, this is, in a sense, all my fault.
Nightmare fuel. This is nightmare fuel.
We live in a world where someone legitimately got arrested for trying to steal a toy baby to make a political statement.
I wish I had a cute little kid story like this, all I ever did was see firetrucks and scream "FIRE FUCK".
In this week's episode we dive into German pilots with incredible self control, cream based sauces, the wonderful beaches of British Columbia, wheelchair etiquette, animatronic Trump’s tie, and much, much more
As someone who's shit and puked out their soul, this seems like a huge risk for no gain.
Ends up you have a much higher chance of getting arrested if you're a fucking idiot, and also if you commit a crime in front of a million police officers.
Seems like people in Rome were of the mindset "The next tiny thing that goes wrong, we'll really flip the fuck out over"
Christmas this year is fucked, we've already fucking ruined it. Just chalk this one up to a loss and get ready for Christmas 2018.
