…and then the line broke, and I’m still falling.
Die hard. Really. If they die at all…
You know what you are if you go to a lot of bars? A person who goes to a lot of bars.
Do you know what you are if you go to a lot of bars and don’t shut up about it? A douchebag.
I made myself into an internet meme. I think this about justifies my existence.
"Wow, your parents looked really great. What happened?"
Altercations are like wet horses: the plutonium remains indelible.
The longer I live, the more I realize stereotypes and prejudices exist for very specific reasons.
Sometimes it’s just not good for anyone that I’m right so often.
They say success only comes if you leave your comfort zone. Why shouldn’t I be successful and comfy? Actually… What the fuck is success for, if you can’t relax and enjoy life?