And happy birthday to you too, you son of a bitch
Happy birthday, Master ☆ミ
Most of the people I ever come in contact with in the Bay Area have substituted having a personality with tattoos, hair dye, and dietary restrictions.
ryan
you miserable fool
you wild son of a bitch
you gorgeous piece of trash
this is a post i am making on my dumb website at 2:38 a.m. PST about how i would go home if only i still had one to go home to
ok good-night
[exhales weed smoke]
OK boys, let’s wrap it up.
[hovers finger over button labeled “EXTERMINATE ALL HUMAN LIFE”]
I can’t say I feel bad about this. It was a hell of a run, but it just never really worked out.
[pushes button]
If they still made Popeye cartoons (and hell, maybe they do), instead of eating spinach he would do a line of blow or pop like 120mg of Adderall
Sometimes, God help me (I’m only human), I picture some sort of afterlife, and all I wanna do is grab my friends and the pets I’ve had throughout my whole life and go there
Oh my GOD being old is just this except your body hurts all the time and most of your friends are dead
Just to reiterate (to myself): there is a HUGE difference between Day Ryan and Night Ryan