“I cherish my intercontinental friendships. We talk it over continental breakfast in a hotel in East bumble-wherever, somewhere on the sphere around here.”
“I been beat up my whole life, I been shot down kicked down twice, ain’t no stoppin’ me tonight, I’ma get all the things I like.”
“I’m on smoko, so leave me alone!”
“Stay black, payback from way back. I’m the homie but the motherf****n’ homie don’t play that.”
“I’m sick of waiting around to be heard from six feet underground. And I’m sick of your disappointment, tasting like a bottle full of poison.”
“...And however hard that might feel, at least it was real if it could hurt like that.”
“Find me barely alive, too stupid to stay and too freaked out to drive.”
“He’s mashed, I’m mashed, we’re mashed.”
“No, I got work in the morning. Think I ate something with poison. I’m hearing voices, I chipped my front tooth, I am telling the truth I’m not making excuses.”
“I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And god damn it, people like me.”
Every October I do a little check-in on all the best loved horror movies I missed in the last year. Then I forget all about those in favor of watching the same five movies I know and love.
What me worry? Nah buddy I’ve lost before, so what You don’t care, I’m dirt motherf***er, I can’t be crushed
During a period of extended illness in September, I took the chance to catch up with some of the worst crap Hollywood has inflicted on movie lovers this year.
Hi! I’m pocoGRANDES.
This is not a drill.
It’s been over a year since Rocket League came out and I’ve had a lot of teammates in that time.