just came back from chowdering some cherokee chicks down the trail of beers. got to the goku belgian bread shop not even three half ticks past the second noon thirty and ordered a 20 second breakfast. chill chick waiting me, gave me a steak cooked smug with some sandy bees instead. couldn't tummy this so i went a few snaps to the porcelain throne and had the toilet eat my lasagna. straight up septic baby, bros. totally katrina'd the place and left before the coast guard came in.

/comfy/ general, bros