another prey-eyed canid

let me find out that I can get a mandible-adjacent piercing set up. you freaks are gonna be sick of me.

just saw the cutest challenger on the road, it looked like someone wanted to do a Pinkie + Maud theme and I got so excited

I'm starting to think about that mopey-faced fuck Oliver. that conniving cunt. that evil bastard. I just know he could make me cry.

what is it about guys seeing a random crusty-ass emo loser that makes them think, "yeah, I need to talk to that." like dude. are you into any form of morbid symbolism that's used in poetry? would you be worried if I mentioned the odd comfort in consumption and rot? if your answer was yes that last one then then I'm giving you a three minute head start and you'd better get far enough fast enough.

my sleazy faggot 20s consists of eating a large amount of kettle chips and drinking whiskey

the best thing about a train ride is the 15 consecutive naps that I can take in the span of two hours

I can't even right now, the bastards have decided to put me on drive thru and I've lost my sight for humanity