You show up at a disturbed concert high as balls with friends.
You show up at a disturbed concert high as balls with friends.
You hear some chud biker behind you yelling "Fuck yea disturbbeddd!!!" His breath smells of cheap vodka.
I draw my great sword.
this is not a situation I will ever find myself in
land of confusionNot me, I show up at a concert low as balls.
That sounds like an inguinal hernia.
well yeah that's what I would expect at a disturbed concert
I am forced to assume everyone is a non-chud until proven otherwise as a coping mechanism for living in an utterly evil society, so I smile at his enthusiasm and maybe chat with him until he starts telling me about how the Jewish alien demon lizards are going to come for my children
I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what cheap vodka smells like compared to expensive vodka. How do you tell the difference?
THE SOUND OF SILENCE BEGINS TO PLAY
"Hello Darkness My old friend..."
And that's when you realize this is why the terrorists hate us: because of our freedom.
I love all vodkas, both cheap and free.
I'm eating another edible cookie. Y'all want one?
my dad took me to a kid rock concert when i was 14/15 and made me do drugs with him so i guess it's kinda the same
No. No I do not.
many such cases
I look behind me slowly... my mouth agape in confusion... too stoned to react to it
Living just isn't hard enough
Take everything away
Did I flip over a turtle too? Is this what this is?
