TheHottub
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
We read the backs of shampoo bottles.
This plan is going down for sure.
Taking shit seriously around here
NOFX - Punk in Drublic
They destroyed Fitbit. It was just to kill competitors. I’ve had so many issues with Google hardware it’s insane.
It’s like when you stop hanging out with your girlfriend in hopes she breaks up with you. Technically you didn’t break up with her.
EAT RECYCLED FOOD
- Judge Dread Ref
She spun in her head though. That’s kinda impressive. Right?
My wallpaper now!
The D
