I’m glad! :D

Hahahahahahahaha.

Gotta be Adidas shoes.

Yeah, sure.

“Wait, where did I get glit—... Aw, fuck, right.”

Maybe next time! :D

The glitter bomb is such a beautiful addition to the tradition, isn’t it?

Truly, Meyer Lansky’s spirit is alive and kicking.

“Hold my ten trillion bananas”

Fuck, yes!

Where he gets punched in the face at randomized intervals, so he can’t predict how much time he has to formulate a thought.

That is an extremely accurate description.

Dumb fucks.

They’ll try to pull some shit at the federal level.

Eat a sack of shit, you heartless fuck.

Fuck, yeah, Maryland.

I have no idea what hang-ups keep him dressing like an idiot.

The horror!

He opened himself to it.

Because he’s got not even the slightest little shred of stamina whatsoever.