When I was 7, someone told me that Elvis had three nipples. I believed them.
I'm wearing Calvin & Hobbes boxers. They're quite scratchy, thanks for asking.
I wanted to categorize this under "spiritual" and confuse the ever-loving poop out of people.
Toe socks are uncomfortable.
I want to see a Croc tan.
I would sell my soul for Nutella.
I ship us.
I hate being in a public bathroom where people can hear me pee.
Can we. Like. Hug? Or some shit?
This was all completely irrelephant. Savor this 30-day-letter-challenge-that-will-probably-take-more-than-30-days-since-I'm-a-lazy-ass-mofo.
It's a national treasure.
The letters will be out of order c;