if you don’t like diarrhea don’t get a caramel iced espresso large.
ever get that feeling that you just saw someone you knew way back when and then you sort of convince yourself that YES that TOTALLY was herb from grade 3? i think that shit happens cos your subconscious is lead by your pathetic heart and desire to connect with someone, something, anything familiar i dunno, the need to exist in a constant mystical state of what things were like when you could barely tie laces.
holy gay watch out for it!
