Its like the drugs were calling me
"Ay, amigo, buy me", called the weed
"I'm not like the other drugs. I make you better at operating heavy machinery", called the speed
"I will kill you", called the heroin
I shook my head to clear it
"A baggy of your finest heroin, please"
I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.
Since watching Backrooms my wife had become scared of the minimalist decor she'd insisted on
"P-please. Can you display some of your stuff?"
"My stuff?", I replied with smug detachment, "Oh, you must mean my impressive collection of gunpla, anime figma, and warhammer figures"
For one take, we said our lines as Sam, Dean and Cas while filming #TheBoys… it did not go well. Watch to the end for Team Free Will like you’ve never seen us!
#SPNFamily#SPN#Supernatural
“What was in the briefcase?”
A groan filled the Q&A. My competition had damaged himself by asking so asinine a question. Ask something penetrating now and I could put myself ahead in the art hoe's affections
“Excuse me, Mr. Tarantino, but what do Salma Hayek's feet taste like?
Disheveled and semi erect, his sorrowful jacking was enough to bring a pretear to the eye. I wiped my hand and placed it on his shoulder
"Money doesn't matter at this circle jerk. A gooner is a gooner whether he has a jerkomatic 3000 or a hole in his cum sock"