some guy just drove past me and yelled, “fuck david dobrik.”
i chased him down and when i finally caught up to him i gave him a firm hug, caressed his face with my soft boyish hands, and whispered gently into his left ear, “me too, friend.”
it’s cool when someone really gets to know you and learns your habits and brings you your favorite foods and scratches your back. but then it’s not cool when that someone isn’t there anymore because you’ll most likely starve or go insane because of an itchy back
sometimes i forget how fucking good blurryface is. drive fast and listen to the mother fucker as loud as you can and it feels like nothing else exists.
sorry for cussing.
if we never met behind the sizzler that one night then i’m not really sure where i’d be or what i’d be driving. thanks brO. it’s not national best friends day or anything, but here’s an old photo of us; just because it’s friday. we really do age like fine wine, right?
still can’t believe this dude purchased a range rover for my undeserving self; i am very grateful and thankful. thanks again, scott.
ill be postmating the liquor tonight, don’t worry ;-)
(here is pic of us and cool car)
my friend jack and his two naked cats were fun to work with. he took so many coorl photos i don’t really know where to start. but hey, here is to narcism and more photos of me!!!