His Ass Is Stuck In The Truck. You Heard Me. His Ass Is Stuck. In The Truck. What Do You Mean Give Him

“His ass is stuck in the truck. You heard me. His ass is stuck. In the truck. What do you mean give him his next dose? Your best plan is for him to fucking outgrow the damn thing? Huh. Well. You know. I can’t think of any other way to get him out of there… “

He loves the Christmas market so much

He’ll be your tour guide for the afternoon.

Wearing a mask to every concert and appearance he made for the band, did spark some confusion. While the answer he gave in interviews was that he wanted people to focus more on his singing and the music, the real reason was that he was way to shy to show his face to that many people at once, especially with the chance of being famous. You'd think that the rest of him would be immediately recognizable, but with some baggy sweatpants he could go out in public without anyone knowing he was the lead signer for one of the most popular metal bands in recent memory.

It seemed like quickly after Dr. Foster got back from his sabbatical, a lot of the anthropology department seemed to start hitting the gym. There was definitely a trend of shirt-ripping arms larger than my torso. It kind of reminded me of my boyfr- I mean roommate and his sudden growth spurt being followed by dozens of guys around campus growing with him. At this rate, I might be the only normal sized guy on campus by the time i graduated. Maybe I should take up my roommate's offer to start training me in the gym.

Did you bring the stuff? Yeah I know we ran through a 4 month supply in just one month but, like, come on man. Look at us. We're blowing the fuck up. We can't stop now. So, did you bring it?