manifested embodiment of your perfect dream world

Where I come from, we don’t worry about these fruity-tuity California style buds. Okay? I’m from Scranton. What i’m smoking is dirt. So lets get that straight jack. Pure brick. Ass. Okay? America- Americans are wanting to smoke that dirt, okay? You go up to someone and say, hey, I’m gonna give you a big bag of this heady bud, but I’m taking your stash of mids, they’re gonna say C’mon man! get out of here! *audience cheers* that’s right. that’s right. Get the hell out of here! We like stems! We like seeds! Where I come from.

this post is scripture to me like this is a seminal text. to me

Never ever ever eat raw white onion and then smoke cigarette.

The gnomes beat the shit out of you again?

The gnomes beat the shit out of me again.

im like anthony bourdain if he didnt go anywhere or eat any good food and was broke

literally girl flee that house

maids who are all drones of a singular hivemind

i love the implication that maids are not typically part of a hivemind, scary worldbuilding

what they don’t tell you is that it lives inside you until you let it out