These stories are something else.
I think I killed Father Christmas with my dank ass sweater (Ho-ho-homicide)
Quick Selfie ;/;
here’s a stupid tradition we’re starting: eating yoghurt to its death, while standing by the door of sludge/doom/metal shows. final match at some YOB concert, and we’re gonna call it YOB-hurt. get it?
The gym here is rlly nice ;/;
I got food so I beez happy 8)
My pj’s are better den urs.