Stick boy

Get a damn job, own a wife, make a little boy, grow a beard, you fcuking bastard, own the damn world and blow it all on a bad bet, settle down, way way way down and stay there, let moss grow all over you. That’s your future, it’s everybody’s njoy it loser.

Hot new ryyde

Guys, I have a hot new ride. It may not be Mercedes, Jaguar, or Porsche, but it gets me to the grocery store where I can buy a carton of almond milk and a box of cereal.