Yes, because if there’s one thing people flock to, it’s surprise trips in a dank Manhattan bar with strangers and a sadistic bartender who can’t draw.
(7th St/1st Ave)
“Just a goalie with a mind for victory and a Jugs Machine that’s a fucking cannon”
HT to Mike D
I’m with you, Fido. The birthday song is stupid.
My college years summed up in 4 seconds. Hello art school!!
Although I’d prefer this shitty hardcore song over Yeezy blasting through knockoff Beats on a crowded subway, but that’s just me.
And this is how 7-Up (full name: we don’t have Sprite, 7-Up ok?) went from the uncola to simply uncoola.
Either you have the coolest dad ever, or you guys have been living together too long. Could go either way, really.
And the ostrich drops the beat.
Reminds me of when I used to play my college roommate in the rec center basement…WHOOSH—lit up, bro.