Never could understand people that talk to their animals..
I mean dick jokes, I’ll pitch dick jokes at the cat, but beyond that?
Just basic salutations, maybe a basic “hey, where you at?”
Not a lot of meaningful conversations to be had.
You can talk with body language though, animals understand that.
I stand by my opinions on White Rap, y’all mother fuckers disgust me.
And I’m not alone 🤣🤣
Shave down to a tincture per day,it uh,, just a matter of dosage.
You can’t cold turkey after 2 months of strong.
You just can’t.
(you can)
No there’s like, physical effects
(for a few days)
Look, suck my dick, I’ll pull it in.
(The dosage, or your dick?)
Quarters or thirds, you can pull it back to small steps of extract, quarters or a third of a bottle.
Not banging out entire bottles.
That’s where you start.
(bitch got no self-control 🤣)
Nope, and I’m gonna die.
So suck my dick. 👍
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Then there is Doom,
And the things people talk about when they’re alone..
(Think)
Yes, the things people think about when they’re alone..
Some scary business in there..
But also some beautiful business and beyond all of that, it’s pure.
So,
Better or worse.
If you look at someone and think
“I wonder what’s going on in there”
Keep a place for it.
Otherwise you’re the same as everyone else.
Which is sad.
Fight it out fucker.
Dance naked and laugh like you’re ten minutes away from being committed.
Sounds like fun.
Sounds like a hoot.
Stand on principle
dawn 