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I’ve really only seen them in Harlem, the Bronx and the poorer areas of Brooklyn. But I disagree, I really think it’s a lack of opportunities for these kids that drive this sort of activity and mentality. They also don’t have physical access to the kinds of legal spaces you mention. It’s sad, but that doesn’t mean…

No? It’s not like they stunt around to get back at society, they do it because they’re bored. That’s all well and good, and I support the idea of building a facility where they can go and muck around till their hearts are content in a legal way. There’s obviously an untapped interest among these kids. This “execution”…

Anybody feel better now?

You’ve always struck me as a wingding man, Torch.

Ahh the full convertible. Beautiful!

Any excuse to post my K5

I graduated in 2011 and it’s frankly amazing how foreign the current college experience looks to me.

Freshman year of college, visiting a friend at an unnamed university in Maine. I had been a part of a smoking circle before but was always too chickenshit to inhale properly. But you know, one drink leads to another, and the next thing I know I’m rocketing through the backwoods outside Portland stuffed in an old…

Hmm, I always interpreted the oil light to mean stop driving as soon as safely possible for you are dangerously low on oil you stupid fuck, but what do I know (not much apparently).

Those two things do not automatically make someone a good TG presenter.

You don't seem to appreciate the hold that Friends still has on popular culture

Whoa

I may just be a stupid Amurican, but who the fuck is this Chris Evans guy to think he should be calling all the shots? Trash him and his stupid glasses.

That’s what the damn kid in your lead photo is eating...

Ha, I was doing this all weekend in BeamNG!

Excellent story/ad synergy on mobile:

Peeps are aight, they got those little pseudo-chocolate eyes that are fun to pop off and eat. As always candy corn is the worst seasonal candy, waxy poop drops they are.

you, um, use a lot of butter, my man.