The 19-year-olds who attend my favorite university didn’t score enough touchdowns today so I’m blacked out, facedown in the driveway. My wife is crying, begging me to come inside & sing Happy Birthday to my son. “Please just reverse the Rav4” I whisper into the concrete.
@rejectedjokes Uh oh. You texted me wanting to hang out, we hung out, did hella gay butt stuff, and “you’re” still here. I had a suspicion it wasn’t really you, but the fantasy overshadowed my rationale. Maybe I’ll pretend a while longer. It’s nice having a warm body to hold. You’re so sturdy.
Finance Above Females: I considered tweeting that alone, but it’s a bad tweet. It’s a play on Money Over Bitches, which is a fun thing people used to say. The two are linked. Without money a man will assuredly be visited by bimbos less frequently. Basically: Money Leads to Sex.
I’m back on this Twitter account. This account is what the children call my “burned” account. I don’t know how a twitter account could get burned, but consider this Twitter account and all of the tweets from this account to be 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (burned)