Shittles..TasteTheAsshole

Not enough graffiti shots, like I wanted to see more of the roof art but pretty decent ruins footage.

I see the point of the photo. You gazing at the naked beauty of nature being yourself naked and beautiful. Your breasts like the mountains, big and fruitful. And your ass like the lake, wet and wild. Meaning that your body is a work of art. But the nature is eternal while our lives are meaningless.

Shitty frozen mystery meat pie. Gamey, full of sinews; especially impossible to chew. sinewy, stringy, fibrous, tough. Possibly rat or squirrel.

Rick ain't happy. All the Towns need to strategize a plan together.

BBQ'd pork chops.

Coffee

Deeecent.

Two tears in a bucket.

SHITLER

Rest in Peace

True. tpbm rides bikes in some shape or form.

SMASH IN A BK WASHROOM THEN DRIVE 3 WHOPPERS FUCK IT

Rest in Peace. He made a recording of: In Flanders Fields poem written on May 30th 1915 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved: and now we lie In Flanders fields! Take up our quarrel with the foe To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch: be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium It was very moving.

I ain't eat yet! fuck deez food threads killin' me :anguished:

:flushed: pizza porn right there.

Wishing I could teleport anywhere.

Serious

I will get some pizza now because of this thread.

Congrats man! 9 months was around the time when the cravings really began to dwindle for me. Your first Christmas holiday season after quitting will be difficult but if you've made it this far, you can do it. Peace.

I farted & it didn't stink.