ThatWeirdGuy1001

The day James Earl Jones died I was talking to my girlfriend about him and wondered if he was still alive.

He was.

30 minutes later he died. Literally 30 fucking minutes.

I feel like I manifested it..

If you drink it fast enough it's not an issue. Give it about a week after your first drink and it'll be sour.

Or so I've heard...

Ya had to kill him.

The boy cried ya a sweater of tears, and you kill him.

Time to my joints

I plead the 5th.

Just don't drink straight from the jug. The bacteria in your saliva will spoil the milk twice as fast.

Nah cause it's the realest shit there is.

I can deal with sub zero temps but a windy day at 40°f feels like ice cutting into your bones.

He could still do it just for funsies.

I'm the bottom picture for both.

If you don't tongue kiss the homies goodnight the way you'd tear into an ass we can't be friends.

My shoulders sound like rice krispies whenever I do pull ups.

"A box?"

"Is it steel?"

"Are there locks?"

"Is it filled with a pox?"

"A pox? How delightful, a pox"

I feel like the main takeaway is more that everyone expected dumb white people to vote Trump. No one expected the very people he's openly said he's gonna fuck over to vote for him.