Not black, but yeah. All o’that.
CONGRATULATIONS! You've just walked in on an uncomfortably terrible situation.
I'm Travis
• I'm a 24 year old weirdo
• And I enjoy just as much as I hate.
• Brooklyn born, Jersey bred, planted in North Georgia.
•I'm the man of your dreams.
Not black, but yeah. All o’that.
I can respect that.
Fuckin’ over. This is the second worst thing I’ve ever seen. Also, who does that creepy shit?
I’m glad I’m not the only one.
Let’s hope, if the best boy can’t go next year, it doesn’t suck.
Me and the homies in 30 years. Except, I’ll still be the single one.
[Translation: I understand kids who go on a killing spree. When the pressure gets to be too much … I understand. I just didn’t do it as a teenager because I didn’t have a gun. In my thoughts, I was a crazy killer.]
The only thing that makes you a failure (in my book), is taping money to a post card.
Do this, and I’ll punch you right in the fucking colon.
Once January hit, this was all I could say to myself.
Red lipstick brings more attention to your mouth. Your teeth are probably not as vibrant as they once were. And you probably still have puke on your breath. Red lipstick brings more attention to your mouth.