Nobody gives a fuuuuuuck on Fridays.
It’s nice.
Like there’s a little ray of hope at the end of the tunnel.
Tough to describe.
People have a different vibe, for sure.
I still hope the world burns, some days,yep.
Or better yet, it explodes.
Sonar technology advances to the point that we can scan the center of the Earth, and we find out we were wrong the whole time, it’s actually gunpowder.
The f****** thing is full of gunpowder.
And there’s going to be one guy, you see?
And he’s going to make it his life’s work to drill down there with a zippo.
Every single day, this guy is going to be out in his backyard with a shovel.
He’s going to have to rig up a ladder system and eventually, a pulley system.
But he’ll get there, oh yes he will.
Just when you think everything is normal, and everything is quiet,
This mother fucker is going to reach the center of the planet and make that bitch explode.
Minding your own business and then “boom 💥💥💥”
Yep, That’s what’s going to happen.
Other people spend their money on stupid shit too, shut your fucking face.
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You don’t have to be smart, you don’t have to be clever, you don’t have to be special.
You only have to be right.
And not that delusional version of right, but actually right.
You know it if you know it.
You’ll also be wrong a lot.
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If I buy something from you, don’t hand me back a penny. I’ll jack off on your shoes if you hand me back a penny,
Stick it up your ass!
Take that penny and endow it with all your hopes and dreams, then stick it right up your ass.
Yes you did Brad, yes you did…
dawn 