I’ve got nothing to add other than I grew up in Sarasota/Bradenton and Siesta Key is the bomb.

Qualifications usually are done on the spot. Are you built like a brick shit house? Good you’ve got the job.

Ah childhood memories rushing back from that cover.

I just died at my desk. So good.

I just sharted myself. Well done.

Shit man, I don’t even get out of bed unless it’s a six-pack.

Dusty AF in here man.

WHERE’S VIRGIL?!?!?

Cocaine’s a helluva drug

Packs another bowl. Eagerly awaits for Chapter 2.

So. Damn. Good.

Me, Saturday night.

Oh my god. So good, and I’m going to hell for laughing.

Ah, the laugh-fart, a Top-10 Fart imho.

They edited out the coke bumps

I’m awestruck right now. That’s like some kind of SNL sketch.

Dude, free L.A. Gear’s FOR LIFE!!!

+2 in the pink and 1 in the stink

That poor dog. They probably blame every fart on it.