I'm Tyler and I'm an alcoholic.... oh sorry, wrong group.
When I poke you in the stomach do not take this as a gesture of kindness. No, I assure you I'm doing it simply in hopes of displacing an organ or two.
Are you jealous? It's okay, I would be too if I were in the presence of such greatness. I usually feel that way when I look in a mirror, but then I realize who I'm looking at. Don't feel bad, loser.
According to my psychiatrist I have borderline personality disorder, major depression, tics, poly-substance abuse, and self-harm. I could also be a psychopath.
I met Robo-Jesus. I was at Wal-Mart looking at some generic cough syrup, because it’s a fuckton cheaper at Wal-Mart than it is at other places, and besides that it was 2am. I’m browsing the selection and this guy who looks like the world’s biggest stoner comes over. Short hair, goatee, sandals, hoodie, kind of looked like Forest Griffin, but shorter and high as fuck. He’s walking past me, points at a box of Corcidin Cough & Cold with his sandal and says “That shit will fuck you up.” He was holding a bottle of Equate cough medicine in his hand.
Nikola Tesla
Is he not a bad-ass motherfucker?
