A college student, hard at work.
Drugs: Wait, you think smoking weed is still cool? Go back to 7th grade, douche-nozzle. This is college. We all take ecstasy and do that gay wrist dancing thing with glowing bracelets at raves. That way we can’t remember when we got molested by the burly, balding man at Monster Massive who gave out free pacifiers, think up an excuse for why we failed out of school, or get through the interview for a custodial job at Wal-Mart without sneezing out chunks of brain tissue.
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