*Goes to New York*
Realizes in the bathroom of the first bar I go to that I didn’t bring my whiteout, feels retarded the rest of the trip constantly reminded of all the golden opportunities I have to write my stupid name on someone else’s property
Alcohol is so counterproductive to building muscle but goddamnit I look so fuckin’ shredded the morning after drinking from being completely dehydrated
I’m finally going to say it, a small box of matches with your logo/personal picture printed on it as an event/party favor is incredibly and insanely played out let’s stop this shit