Really?
March really slipped through the cracks.
Slow down, time. I’m not nearly prepared enough to graduate.
Old School by Bradley Johnson
Lambeau Field: Home of the Green Bay Packers
Oh what’s up steps? I got to walk you three months ago. Feels good being a shareholder.
You see the weirdest things at parks in LA. This guy was bench-pressing this goose for ten minutes.
(via tumblrisforlulz)
I’m merely average when it comes to basic life skills and such, but skeeball is the one useless activity that I simply dominate. For real, brother. Fifteen years, and over 200 jackpots at various Chuck E. Cheese locations (not that I’ve been counting or anything). It’s cool that nobody on tumblr or actual, real life gives a rip about my superior skills, but that’s reciprocated by what I think of your opinion. Boosh.
So basically, they asked me for my insight for this article. It’s 5am and I should probably sleep.
Addicted to all-nighters for sure. But if they turn into A’s, I’m cool with it.
This is my lighthouse tattoo done by Hector Cedillo at The Unholy Grail in Worcester, MA.
