Hell Yeah

I seriously just need to drown or something

My parents took both my lighters

I got moved back into my little brother's room (I was staying in the guest room because I broke my arm and I have a loft bed)

I don't have anyone to talk to about it face-to-face because I lost almost all of my friends because I'm a selfish asshole, and I can't talk to the only one of my friends left that would listen to me because I'm too afraid of looking like the pathetic loser I am to her because I like her

I can't smoke my worries away

I can't drink my worries away

I can't cut my worries away (my parents found out awhile ago)

I don't even have my own space to cry my worries away in

OR I could press the button exactly 50 times, making it a 50% chance to become rich as fuck and a 50% chance to become rich as fuck AND based as fuck

THIS GUY'S IN MY MATH TEXTBOOK!!!!

The thing with statistics - via

Suuuuuure, that's what Paul McCartney said.

I DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH FRANK SINATRA!!!!!

IS THAT THE A.M. SPEECH I SPY?

Awesome

I need a full issue of anarcho-communist archie

Be honest, would this make a good album cover for a psychedelic instrumental album with 10 minute songs? Think Sun Araw or Delicate Steve.