Originally posted by RestStop
Lanny plz ban this trash.
come 1v1 u fucing crackhead ecept ur not a crachead ur a methead who fantasise abowt every shity plastic bitch hwo can push owt a 4 bar chorus ecept crackheads r better becayse they focus on themselfs aleast
o im roll fukcing american spirit cutters chouce bad boy 1o packs of rizlas ever week my man oscar tghank u very much keep then change fist bump as i chip
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2018-02-02 at 8:14 PM UTC
Fuck, I forgot how goddamn bright southern California sunshine can be, especially after extended hiki periods.
I’m thinking about carrying a gothic lolita style parasol with me wherever I go. I understand high fashion.
2018-02-02 at 8:23 PM UTC
Taking a bus is scary as hell. What if I get lost while high?
2018-02-02 at 8:32 PM UTC
They have a chaperone service at college. Maybe I should use it, they would bring something to take me from class to class. I tried using the app the first time I went there and it didn’t work. For all I know my sense of direction and ability to navigate could be at a level low enough to qualify for disability. I could learn the routes and then start walking later on. I also have an extreme sense of entitlement, while at the same time believing no one owes anything to me, so I feel I deserve it.
2018-02-02 at 8:51 PM UTC
There have been multiple times I’ve gazed with loving and wondrous eyes at Google maps, the dot moving in tandem with my movement IRL. I can finally navigate like a normie.
First time at the psychiatric services place and a 50 year old woman was being wheeled out on stretcher, by the paramedics. I may have also seen actual cops around. This is probably the worst place I’ve been to. Oh man, the people here definitely look low quality.
2018-02-02 at 9:42 PM UTC
A cop looked like he may have been gazing at me from the hallway. I also fear they may have screwed something up. Okay, got through a half hour feeling kind of burned out from pot, realised the misunderstanding that occurred and made it to orientation. This place bothers be.
I was offered a donut by a cop, but denied the stoned desire, striving to always enhance my ability to deny the will-to-life. Damn, that box is still there, open with a 90 degree bend, tempting me, mocking me.
I can’t remember the last time I are a donut. It may have been nearly a decade.
Also southern California stinks. No doubt San Francisco tends to have more smelly places, but it seems to be more widespread around here.
Ah, it’s in the mid 80s and a bus passed me as I was walking, possibly because Google’s estimate was off. I’m going to die out here.
The area I’m gazing at looks like a paradise compared to most shithole countries.
2018-02-02 at 10:04 PM UTC
two more page and this becomes the retardead fred
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2018-02-02 at 10:14 PM UTC
Next ones the Shitfucking Edition. Lanny promised.