Whiskey And Whiskers

What a weird night.

I can't start a fire in the snow anymore than I can drink a cactus. When i'm in the Brazillian Lamb House, my favorite thing to munch is beaver and swimmy squirrels.

Mind Blown. We're doin space shit, and talkin to robots. There's no gas in this car, so boke a smowl and record your shits. We're gettin philisophical. 

Dana White, car fights, and nap roulette. Andrew Tate is 23 and busted. 

Put some respect on Stephan Boner's name. Mofk could throw hands in a ring, but not in a waffle haus, but he made the classic mistake of not coming strapped. 

Fuck Nazis.

We suffer for our craft. Cheers.

Private School trolls, and middle-school butt-plugs, you're gonna have to hang to the end to squeeze all the soup outta this one. 

Highs are low, and lows blow. We're in a city of sin, but don't pee in the ice machine. That's how we end up with no good public restrooms. So follow the mantra of psychedelic wizards, and f* the pussy right in the butt-hole. 

Everybody has a cocaine bear inside them. Alaska isn't real, but handless monkeys are flying to the moon. Let's get weird.