*craving for malt liquor intensifies*
Inside me there are two wolves. I don’t know how I’m still alive. So much pain all the time.
well shit thats a hell of a mystery no one thought was a mystery and didnt even really need solving but damn if it didnt just get solved so nice work
Some wolves are addicted to fentanyl
Mine are addicted to Jesus. Jesus gives them tacos.
Tuesday is six days away and it hurts
The bar down the street from me when I was in college had Taco Tuesday and the tacos were only $0.29 each. Man, I miss the late 90’s.
mmm crack yummy
Just as the human body intended
The only crack I’m addicted to is butt crack.
That makes me a butthead. 😤
I’m trying to imagine two crackhead wolves in my head and it’s not going well. But it pretty much sums up how I feel most of the time. So I guess I’m a crackhead.
