Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh let me get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fucking pack of marbs and this bag of doritos. No receipt. Thanks
kinda gives me flashbacks to being high as shit walking around with friends and finding well-lit signage at night time to be so intense and vibrant that it registered as surreal.
the primo move was a pint of ben & jerry's whatever and flamin' hot cheetos. if that wasn't possible, at least something from the sweet group and something from the salt group. then back to the camping chairs in the detached garage to the task of being kings of all creation.
ate too much slop from there when i lived in the city and came home with tons of tip money every night
why da heck is an australian 7-11 photoshopped to have american 7-11 specials posters? what is this abomination?
Can you extreme kayak down to the chips and get me some extreme doritoes?
change? no?
::puts six cents in the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny tray::
night!
DON'T GO IN THERE IT'S LIMINAL
