One of the formative moments of my childhood was in Sunday school when a person who had 'repented' has us kids smash his 'worldly' record collection. It was mostly hard metal and I remember feeling super guilty stomping this particular record because it had a badass dragon on the cover and I wanted to take the cover home with me but the pastor made me stomp it.
Also glad this room’s table clock started at 12:00 so I know exactly how many hours I’ve been on my bullshit
Watch the film critics are calling “I want to eat at Taco Bell” and “I am far too weak for this”
Where there was only one set of footprints
That's where I found this sick ass dirtbike and rode away, nerrrrrrrd
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