"are you serious? if dumont could suck his own dick, he would never be skiing, hell he would probably never go outside. that amount of self love + own dick sucking ability = dumont never leaving his room." -XtRemE11
sounds like i need to break out my mouthguard and elbow pads
-So I'm rappelling down Mount Vesuvius when suddenly I slip, and I start to fall. Just falling, ahh ahh, I'll never forget the terror. When suddenly I realize "Holy shit, Hansel, haven't you been smoking Peyote for six straight days, and couldn't some of this maybe be in your head?"
- And it was. I was totally fine. I've never even been to Mount Vesuvius.
like a skate board with pvc pipe under it so you can roll side to side , for balance n shit.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"