Not the first time, not the last, but once again this goddamn pulp-shot saved my ass and mind.
No, fuck no, not Tubi, you dirty mother. Tubi. Is. Shit. Period.
But Fi’s mix, different story. Here’s the recipe: half an orange, one lemon, half a green shite (lime, I assume how the little angry goblin called), all squeezed out, helluva-strong curry, pepper, cinnamon, and one big dose of fuck you, plus a splash of “shit-my-guts.”
Light up a ciggie—never hurts. Hurts, but what not. You’ll crap yourself anyway, first figure out what and where you’re having breakfast. And a shit. Keep your eyes on the shitter, rule number one.
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