Absolute Hell, Absolute Heaven, I'm charging head first
My thoughts oscillate between "I wonder what it's like to own a stop sign" or "I am propaganda"
If a dude can't handle a little roughhousing at the pool, then I'm sorry, but I just can't take zim seriously. Picture this: back in the day, I was this pint-sized 5th grader, probably weighing in at a whopping 90 pounds, just minding my own business. I somehow befriended these two towering giants from 8th grade—one of them had an older brother on the football team, so you know they meant business. One sunny afternoon, while I was just chillin by the pool, these guys decided to turn me into a human shot-put. Instead of a graceful splash, I ended up smacking my head on the pools edge, leaving me with a welt that had its own zip code for four days.
