i think my most memorable drunken experience is being broke as fuck on centrelink and waking up to realise i’d donated my last $20 to fucking wikipedia
In the local tradition, he found what he assumed to be the vampires grave, ate soil from it and rubbed the creatures blood into his skin.
A respectable man who later died after a fall from a hay wagon.
Later, he was seen at bedsides and deep in doorways for nigh on a decade.
The beauty of becoming an old man man is that you become invisible. You can wear anything you want, you can cut your hair or not cut your hair. Trim your mustache or just let it grow wild.
Nobody notices and nobody cares. You're incognito and you're not coming back.
Obsessed with the idea of blading in every day situations, not just wrestling.
Girlfriend stressing you out?
Pretend to bump your head into a door frame and just start gushing blood everywhere.
That’ll fix everything
Being beautiful in a natural way requires moments of deep consideration and stress in formative years.
Much easier to cope and get a fucked up hair cut, act all weird, dress like a retard and call it swag
At the warhammer store just straight chopping it up with cunts.
“Yeah the new lion model sucks, you read black legion?”
“nah”
“do you think you’ll ever find love?”
“nah”