I’d love to have a condition that turns a PB&J into a cocktail.

If I was ever gonna kill myself, I’d do it with one of these bad boys.

As if it even needs to be said.

I don’t even know what the fuck this means.

Hey man, can you front me an 8th?

It just fucking is, kiddo.

He can do it on a fucking unicycle for all I care, that’s not at all what I’m saying.

I don’t like it here.

I can almost guarantee the bed of that particular truck has never seen a brick, or any other building material.

I saw a lifted truck the other day, and not only did it not have a trailer hitch, it didn’t even have a spot where one could be installed. I don’t know much, but it seems to me that if you’re not using your pickup truck for hauling, then you shouldn’t even have one.

How the fuck is this acceptable?

Wash your ass better.

Do you not wash your ass?

How can you believe and trust the bible at all?

You can never go wrong with cats or plants.

You’re doing the Lord’s work.