Cracking open a cold pilk with the catboys.
It's time to scrub the crabs.
It’s been giving Tuesday all year if you ask me.
"I wanted to hear the forbidden blood song"
"The pickles must fall as they may."
Methadone for the dead-end Posters
“Even for someone who is kind of cynical, it was shocking… You do a little scratching, and there was just rot underneath.”
"They’re all a bunch of cowards."
Twitter is going just great
Let's feel bad!
The brief and wondrous life of the gray check
I get crippling anxiety off half a hit of that voting shit.
