Huh. I suppose everyone has their comfort thing they turn to whenever life gets uncomfortable. I’ve never drank alcohol and have no desire to, but my comfort thing is laying flat on my back with my legs propped up on pillows in my comfy bed, staring at my phone until I fall asleep… whenever life hits me with any slightest inconvenience I check out into my happy place.
Cheers genitals
There’s more to life than getting drunk and eating chicken fingers, Randy
Yes, but those alternatives are inferior
IDK, I’d rather be high than drunk any day.
Cheeseburger liquor parties?
Please don’t drink poo.
Oh no, you see, it means pooing in a drink
Oh. Phew, that’s all right.
R.I.P you drunken bastard
Huh. I suppose everyone has their comfort thing they turn to whenever life gets uncomfortable. I’ve never drank alcohol and have no desire to, but my comfort thing is laying flat on my back with my legs propped up on pillows in my comfy bed, staring at my phone until I fall asleep… whenever life hits me with any slightest inconvenience I check out into my happy place.