There’s a really specific kind of terror that washes over you at the bottom of a squat with 305 lbs. on your back when you realize there isn’t a prayer you’re standing up on your own without a can of spinach and some meth.
Well there would be if I owned a van. One day maybe...Anyways! I'll be posting shit I find funny,entertaining, or that makes my balls tingle...in a PG-13 kind of way...
There’s a really specific kind of terror that washes over you at the bottom of a squat with 305 lbs. on your back when you realize there isn’t a prayer you’re standing up on your own without a can of spinach and some meth.
There’s also a special kind of terror getting the text explaining this lord god where’s my meth.