Bopping, bouncing and big fish -ing my way to liberation, completely starkers.
In my attempt to describe the characteristics of my dad to a friend of mine, the theme that somewhat prevailed,…
I just wanted the diary that had the effin’ pigeons on.
Just bikes, brews and solitary bantz.
Though I can practically see the inside of your butt cheeks in such attire, you at least have the balls to do it and hey, kudos to you and your butt.
“She’s uploaded another fucking run, again”
I knew then that I was just made for a life of serious f*** the system rule breaking.