I think you have a very serious Nazi problem that needs to be dealt with.
I think you have a very serious Nazi problem that needs to be dealt with.
Tossa de Mar, in Girona Spain.
Hands down not even close no contest
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“the sentiment” is a fucking stupid slogan that NO ONE takes seriously.
Stop fucking sloganeering reality you twats.
Completely ignoring him for the rest of your life as you find joy in not remembering he exists. The best present.
Hmmm, yes. This grass… It feels very, grassy.
I’M HEALED!
Mostly getting stoned and doing kung fu training
All my maps were government issued.
What qualities do women want, in your opinion?
Is this dark humor or are you unfamiliar with the savage lands called “the USA”?
No.
Communism is really fucking stupid.
Yeah Stalin was a real peach.
What the fuck are you on?
Edit:
Also
FUCK YOU FOR POSTING A LINK TO A GODDAMN DOWNLOAD YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG
Forest Gump Part 2: That Boy Ain’t Right
Online ordering is the best, especially when it’s the only option even at the restaurant. Pay on your phone and leave, it’s crazy more places haven’t adopted it.
Why?
It’s incredibly relevant, you just want to keep your head in the fucking sand
Oh it most certainly will. Dramatically one imagines.
I don’t get if you like more to write stories or to brag about your adventures
I don’t know if I’d call getting kidnapped by crackheads “bragging” but I’ll take it as a compliment.
Don’t do drugs kids, but if you do never mix uppers and downers. Magic mushrooms and marijuana is the good zone. Pills are dangerous toys. LSD (if you can find the real stuff) is how you can reprogram your own brain.
So anyway I was in art school at the time and this extremely thin girl with a bad complexion gets into the elevator with me and just asks “what’s your heritage?”. I’m just a white guy from the suburbs so my heritage isn’t something I thought about much. “Just kind of a mix I guess”. She’s attached herself at the hip to me continuing to talk about who knows what, and follows me into the photography darkroom, which has dim red light and is a great spot to make out because the door has to spin so you have a warning if someone is coming in.
Anyway turns out she has severe Borderline Personality Disorder and has been prescribed something like 800 mg of effexor a day (a crazy high dosage)
She was absolutely unhinged, but once again the sex was also crazy.
I must have had the flu the day they had the “don’t stick your dick in crazy” talk.
So anyway she was extremely dramatic and suicidal and would do things like try to hang herself in the closet, but not in a way that would actually work.
So one evening she’s acting particularly nuts and goes to take a bath, after awhile I go to check on her but the door is locked and she isn’t responding to knocks or me asking if she’s ok. I jimmy the door open and she’s in the tub with a knife. Her arms cut open and the water is dark red.
I freak out.
Pick her up out of the tub shouting who knows what and call 911. Paramedics arrive and the rest is a blur. I woke up the next morning still at her place and see both of her parents sitting there, watching me, calmly waiting for me to wake up. They tell me their daughter is “troubled” (no shit) and that I should probably get out while I can and never look back. As it turns out the cuts on her arms were superficial and she had used red bath beads to turn the water dark red.
Well it all started when I woke up with no memories of the previous 36 hours (Xanax and Valium again, bad combo) and finding my car was scraped all down the passenger side. “Who the fuck wrecked my car!” I shouted limply at no one in particular. “Uhh, you did”, no one in particular answered.
“Well shit, what else don’t I remember?”
It was just about that time Jenny called. Just one problem though, who the fuck is Jenny? She was worried about me. Apparently I had been quite charming while blacked out on pills, which is odd because usually I’m the shy introverted type, but I just went with it. After enough experience with hallucinogens you kind of learn to just go along with it when things get weird. Jenny was a sweet girl, but also a stripper/call girl/prostitute who was addicted to heroin. I ended up hanging out with her quite a bit over the next few weeks and the crazy-hot graph was as expected, but the sex was worth it. Well, up until the hepatitis incident. That reminds me of the other crazy girl that faked a suicide attempt, but that’s a story for another time…
The only advice I’ve ever gotten about this is as follows:
“If it floats, flies, or fucks, it’s cheaper to rent it”