That’s a fucking party right there.
It really is. Fuck, just give me the crisps.
You don’t know (where else) they’ve been.
Doesn’t matter, got crunches.
thats the fun part of it
Hold on let him cook
Jesus Christ, Lemmy
Ah yes I remember this guy, they call him the Crystal Methodist
Sunburnt nipples are no joke, mine as sensitive enough to shirts I have to put bandaids over them on e or twice a year… sunburnt nipples would be total hell.
His are even burnt to a crisp!
“Do as I say, not as I do.”
If he’s a televangelist you can safely assume that he is living an unbelievably depraved life off-camera.
That… was not what I expected to follow that chain of words.
The long green thing at the bottom that you assumed was a couch? It’s actually Lego Yoda, up to his old shenanigans
Coke and ketamine?? Guy was probably ZONKED
That may be the most poetical poetry I have ever heard. slow clap
Whatever happened to the classics? Boomers are ruining the strawberry and whipped cream industries!
Reverend went hard!