2 years ago on canada day i was so drunk that i fell over on the street and started crawling and a cop pulled over and asked me if i was ok and i yelled YES and he just said “alright good” and drove off which is proof that canadian cops are absolutely useless
At least they don’t beat you senseless and then get a paid vacation like they do elsewhere.
[walks around with an entire big mac in my mouth but never actually biting down] It’s a metaphor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
you took this from a fault in our stars augustus does the same thing only with a cigarette ok ok
i don’t know what you’re talking about this is an excerpt from my upcoming 100% original novel “the fart in our stalls”