shitsouttitsout

thats a fancy name for dick cheese isnt it

should we do a demonstration here for everyone? you know, for science? i’ll start.

...i put on my robe and wizard hat.

i cast lvl. 3 eroticism

see, i dont want or need to be accepted into your tribe, customs or way of life. i probably have no indian blood in my ancestry at all and im ok with that.

but i gotta know how to make dope indian dishes. i need those grandmother recipes that i can make at home and impress my friends with.

jesus fucking christ.

this is the type of shit that tells me god left the building many many years ago.

How does a story like this weigh on your mind/heart?