You can’t smoke weed and be stupid. That’s where we’re different.
It’s cold. My balls have shrunk that I need my glasses to see them.
Don’t try so hard to be genuine. Be random.
Be as random as this plant randomly smoking trees.
If corona takes another month,
many employees shall be their own bosses.
Have you found a new skill that might help you abolish your 8-5 job?
Morning, it’s soggy and freezing here, but the balls are warm and jovial.
Whenever I read my posts I find out how fucked up my life is. That’s basic. Sometimes I get superb revelations. Today, I’ve realized that I write everything in Dholuo. It might dress and walk and talk like English, but it is Dholuo.
Good morning. I’ve woken up motivated and upbeat, and the balls are merrier than yours.
I’ve just woken up ravenous and sluggish, but the balls are jubilant.
It’s a busy morning here, but the balls are too excited to sit still. I don’t why.
Somedays, you wake up with bile in your mouth. You feel your tongue doesn’t fit within the confines of your teeth. Or it’s rough. You smell your breath, and it’s nasty AF. Then you remember the old you, that little kid who believed in so much. Yeah, the boy is now a man.